Alone
Alone in my heart
I feel you and know your love
I am not alone
6pm
My grandma
Ma
is what I call her
not sure if that comes from my jamican poppop
or what
shes a solider
these past years the hospital
has held her more than anyone
but she recently graduated
received a bachelors in nursing
any time I want to give up
i vision her
i walked in on her
in the hospital
i expected her to be in misery
after the stroke
but she was on the laptop
her doctorate is what she is after now
i wonder if the teacher even knows
the woman getting all those papers turned in
is my roll model
my hero
a woman of power
nothing stops her
i giggle at the stroke
it didn’t succeed in all it’s known for
i praise my God
He excelled
that’s usual though
she has to learn how to write
with her left hand
i remember I was left there
at the bottom of the hill
in my 20s
when I chose everything
incorrect
everything
i could care less now
they say a grandma’s prayers
are powerful
she prays for herself
And I pray too
i need her touch
her hidden strength
that bursts out in due time
i love her
i honor her
i think of her often
now I must speak to her…
Storyteller
Laugh lines of paint
dance upon canvas
Twirling in blues, yellows, and reds
Combining into something whole,
and telling a story
that only the viewer
can know.
The Raging and Consuming War of The Poetics
Part X
I cannot breathe.
My lungs are full.
The fluid rising –
I am drowning and I can feel moist pedals
clinging to my pale skin.
The fluid rises above my ears –
again,
I cannot hear,
gurgling, gurgling…
and my mind leaves me,
did I ever have a mind?
the poppy field is so beautiful,
I think I will nap…
– Michellia D. Wilson 8/23/14 5:00 PM
Mirror of Life
The world is your open heart
An awaken Heart is your Mirror
Oneness with your life is your film
All that surrounds you is your museum
Bright eyes is your camera
Always searching to give to everyone.
Prompt for Hour Ten
Write a poem focused on location. Instead of just focusing on describing that location (be it a house, a car, a lake, a mountain), try and frame it in terms of a story or an idea.
Selling Ourselves Short
Hour 10 – 3:00 PM
Children are the future
If we didn’t know before.
Have we thought about where their headed considering the course?
What ethics do you hold to be self evident?
Are you holding your children to be better than?
Better then before; a nightmare; a war.
Why must we sell ourselves short?
– J.C. ©
Reminisce
Pink rose petals
Wither to ant food
As my mind
Takes a trip down
Memory Lane
Haiku 3 (just don’t say it)
Morning symphony
brews to steaming crescendo:
good to the last drop.