Prayer by the side of the mouth

Prayer by the side of the night

May the body not be a room filled with smoke

May the bones not tremble into a glass shattering

I’m knowing my body, by marking my wounds

I’m knowing my country, by passing the blame

May the slope, slide us into perfection

May the music yield us demons, us angles

The night is failing to bloom

The night is failing to rot

May what has passed, not hold

What’s to come,

May what’s here not hold unto us too much

May the night not fall, May the music never stop.

Officiate THIS! (Prompt 4)

Heading out to perform today’s ceremony
I am told ‘hope it goes without a hitch’
with a wink akin to telling an actor
‘break a leg’

Though hitching up people is what I do
stating that sounds cowboyish
there are metaphors there
to corral

I find great joy in certifying my couples’
commitments to forever – however
long that may be – my
track record, solid

Eschewing most conventions is my
stock in trade, pushing more
envelopes than small town
postal clerk

I have guided couples in tying knots with
satin braids, boat mooring rope;
poured sand in jars, dirt
into buckets

If the metaphor fits, we can wear it – all
in the name of unity – if it makes a
visual point we only need
vows, amen

“You may kiss!” My ending proclamation
leaves out person-to-person
specificity, as I always trust
my audience

I’ve never stated ‘we are gathered here’
not once invited objections
nor asked ‘who gives this . . . ‘
save for one

bride honoring her culturally-bound father
and while I cringed, she was
satisfied, all there knew
he was too

So today I will head out noting with irony
not having a hitch in proceedings
while getting whomever
joyfully hitched

– Mark L. Lucker
© 2023
http://lrd.to/sxh9jntSbd

A Watchful Eye

A friendly little rabbit sits in my yard.

He comes to visit every day just like he has a job.

He has a spot where he likes to sit all day.

He looks around the neighborhood, but has very little to say.

He’s fuzzy and black, a veritable sight.

He only moves away when day changes to night.

 

He seems to be studying the people as they go by.

He doesn’t seem to be afraid when little children cry.

He’s not afraid of the dogs when they try to scare him away.

He’s a cute little bunny, diligently working all day.

He never bothers the plants, flowers or trees.

I don’t know what he eats, but there’s no food from me.

 

Why is he there I’ve pondered in my mind.

I think this was his home before it was mine.

My husband and I built a home here you see;

now my husband passed on which left only me.

I’d like to think that rabbit was heaven sent.

A gentle creature of God’s love as a testament.

I know I’m not alone when the rabbit assumes his place.

Somehow this rabbit reminds me of my husband;

watching over me as I’m covered by love and God’s grace.

 

ears and all.

Keeping a watchful eye when people come to call.

The Lindy Dance

both single, both going to a formal party alone for the first time

we find ourselves assigned to sit at the same table

no coincidence, this was deviously planned by the hosts

we sit next to each other, make introductions

I secretly observe him, I know he’s doing the same

handsome, polite, but looks younger than me.

music is playing, dance floor is coming alive

I, who measure dancing with a couple’s compatibility

take a chance and ask him if he can do the Lindy

feeling quite satisfied with his answer

I watch his blue eyes ask me to dance

and there on the dance floor I knew he was my future

end of the evening,he walked me to my car

I kissed him right on the lips

while I surprised and shocked him

he sheepishly smiled at me with those blue eyes

on our many dates after that first night

we shared our souls

slowly I started to fall in love with him

I felt secure in his love for me

he became my lover, my partner, my friend

years later, we decided to formally join our families

adding more children and grandchildren to each of our lives.

his blue eyes led me to stand with him under the chuppah

we exchanged our vows

to love, respect and be faithful to each other.

looking back on our twentieth anniversary

I look forward to twenty more!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Prompt 2 – In 10 Years

Prompt 2 – In 10 Years

 

In 10 years

 

I’m 30, in ten years’ time I’ll be 40

I wonder what it’s like to be 40?

40 is the new 30 or so they say,

10 years is a long time, a decade really.

Will I still be bald, maybe it’ll grow back?

The only thing is I can’t remember being 20,

I Hope when I’m 40, I’ll remember being 30!

Nah there’s a slim chance of that

Age is but a number

I’ll do what makes me happy,

When I look back it will be those memories I’ll cherish

Not the numbers

Hour 4 – My Home

Is where it doesn’t

Feel meddlesome

Day or night

 

Somebody cherished will come along

To bolt the entryways

And near the light

 

That basic giggle

From out the patio will set me down

To tune in right

 

And on entry you will be there

To touch my lips

With magnificent whites

Hour Four: Handfasting/Hand Tying (Khis Tes)

Why do they scoff at Hmong Khis Tes:

Hand Tying with white strings

at weddings and other celebrations

to hold a person’s soul together

to shield them from evil spirits

 

Do they scoff because

Wiccans or Pagans did it

Millennials ago:

Tying hands together

Binding two lives?

 

Frontier America did it

America today does it:

Tie hands together

 

Symbol for binding two lives,

sacrificing persons for a pair?

Or metaphor for getting caught

in a snare without escape?

In this life together?

Or damnation without separate lives?

Contract for eternity?

Or united until the knots fail?

 

Or are they heart strings

Binding two people in love

instead of knots