Prompt 22 – Pizza
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Pizza began in Italy
Then moved to the rest of the world
Today, we all know PIZZA
Antoinette LeRoux © 2023
Prompt #24
We stand at the world’s edge,
looking out over a sea that
constantly bickers with itself.
Still, I touch your hand.
Fingers interlace with mine and
our love creates a bubble of hope
big enough for us to stand upright,
shoulders back, heads held high,
stare down despair and say, “Get
the hell outta here!”
Hour 24
a hope
of my son’s return
burnt grasses
Possibility hour 24
Possibility a haiku
It is entirely
possible, says my friend, that
everything will be ok.
Hiccups
I used to love getting hiccups
I liked the rhythmic push-and-pull in the chest
but now can’t stand being jerked about
Just another of the many things that have lost their joy as I’ve grown
(Hour 24)
Is U Serving ISMS?
Racism?
Sexism?
Classism?
Elitism?
Heterosexism?
Colorism?
Tokenism?
Ableism?
Ageism?
Elitism?
If so, why?
If not, Stay that way
Hour 24 – Hope
A feeling of expectation
a desire for something to happen,
that’s hope
good things
great things
the not so great
things
all build the feeling
of anticipation
for hope…
hope keeps us
grounded
in what we need
hope gives us
a sense of
why we feel
what we feel
hope
springs eternal
HOPE – #24
Taunting fate
It opens the door to expectancy
something may happen
something may not
Still, we indulge in magical thinking
The illusion of omnipotence
fronting a positive outcome
Hour 23: 10-53
I love you, but I’m not a thief
Despite the masses disbelief
No matter what we tend to think
You do not belong to me
We’ve always known to some degree
The way this venture had to be
I can’t bring artillery
We’re better than a robbery
I want you, but you’re not a need
Even though my heart shall bleed
I cannot be the wrecking ball
I can’t set fire to it all
Together we’re a roaring flame
On my own, I’m just a flicker
And no matter how I try
I can’t make my courage bigger
“They love me” never sounds the same
When followed by, “You’ll see.
Any day now, I can tell
They’ll leave their wife for me.”
3 AM Pancakes – Hour Twenty-Four
3 AM Pancakes
I’ve grown so accustomed to you being there
I can no longer sleep when you’re not
In fact, here I am with my 3 AM pancakes
Alone and unable to sleep
It’s funny that years of sleeping alone
So normal and now foreign and odd
But that’s how you’ve changed things and that’s A-OK
Because memories are better with you
Even if not together, pancakes are our forte
And I would not change anything
They still bring you closer to me, in their goodness
Even if it is in the late pre-dawn hours
For even that early, we’ll always have pancakes
Take that, Paris lovers, abound
You can have Paris, I’d rather have pancakes
And sweet bonding time spent with you
For even if away, in different locations
Pancakes over Zoom keeps you near
And of that, I’d change little, except your location
For it’s pancakes and you, I hold dear