Hour 4–A Calling to the Cave
awakened by my deadened Soul
a Calling to the Cave
an Icy entry
into a room
set for prayer
with empty benches
IV. Short because the movers are on their way to take your stuff!
With this ring
I said I do.
I did,
and I thought,
so did you.
Prompt for hour 4
4
On marriage
tying myself into the future
the taste of one mouth on mine
its truths sometimes
sometimes its own selfserving lies
sweet
sweet
Self >>>>> Others (poem 4)
Is it vanity?
To dress up, look nice and feel good about it
Can one be called selfish?
For thinking about one’s comfort and convenience before committing to something
Would it be possible?
To change, understand and learn to differentiate self involvement from self care and self love
It Goes Without Saying
I was 38
He was 49
It seemed we knew
what we were doing
(he’d done it once before)
no one does
not fully anyway
how could anyone
predict the turbulence
the fraught years
filled with family drama
age doesn’t matter
commitment does
self doesn’t matter
other does
it has taken a lifetime
to understand what I wish
I’d known sooner
but there are
no I do overs
[Prompt Four: write a poem about the topic of marriage, without ever using the word marriage, and while also ideally avoiding the words spouse, husband, and wife.]
“Bow Wow This!”
Belvedere, my partially mechanical dog is my honey bun. Hate him! Oh, but I need him (Sacre bleu. I forget he can read.) Anyway, I never wear “Daisy Dukes”. You know those short, short, too short shorts he would love to see me in.
I’m too sexy as it is, so why torture the masses any more than necessary? Anyone getting close would realize that my pores are always moist, never sticky, have a wavy feel and smell like vanilla a flavor my ear finds gritty and in fact sound like pepples under my work boots to my nose.
Now my ear is hungry. I will shop for food tomorrow since Belvedere still hasn’t learned how to use the toilet but can shop like a haunted Baskerville!
My ears love the taste of artichokes. The grappling, ripping of leaves, the greenness, ah the snipping of the tips, just luscious! Belvedere loves the tips!
I studied physics which contradicts all my cartoon physics, as i was explaining to Belvedere while we were watching television together. How could that be? We all know that if I fall from a height, I would fly and my short shorts (Yes, I wear them) would balloon open and air out spaces(ahem) and lift me to the stars. I just have to keep reminding him to stop “thanging” me! Belvedere knows how to mix his own drinks! . I’m tired of Belvedere ‘s nickname for me too, “HH”. He explains means Hey Human. Some nerve!
Well, guess what? HH (moi) bought pliers with silencers.I used them when I crept up on drunk Belvedere. Now i can eat my honey buns, in my long pants. My ears are drooling. DMW
12:07
Yesterday I heard whispers on the breeze
Today it’s the chatter of people through the trees
Why won’t they just leave?
Hour 4- Throw me a Poem
Hey
Universal God Source Energy
Could you throw me a poem?
Anything will do.
A Haiku,
A Sonnet
Just words that make sense
Somehow
Throw me something
a morsel
A word
a Syllable?
Really
Please throw me a poem
I have my catcher’s mitt ready
Pen available
Computer open
Ready, ready
Throw me that poem
Come on
Help a girl out.
Would you?
Hey Universal God Source Energy
Are you there?
I could really
Really use that poem.
Four: Pink
Pink
Four
His hand in mine
Colors the setting sky
Blazing and reflecting back to warm every plucked blossom
And this is forever
In matching tulle rosettes
And sandy feet.
Simple and stormy
Life was simple
So I thought
At the time
When I look
Back there were
Many stormy episodes
Unbidden these scenes
Surprisingly played out
In my mind
Prevalent and troubling
These memories arrived
At unexpected moments
But I survived
All seven of
Us survived them
Like chaff driven
By the wind
We were scattered
Solo and in
Pairs going out
Taking separate highways
Decades have past
We lost one
Of our own
By his own
Hand he took
His pain away
We mourned separately
Alas our grief
Generated no reunion
It was just
Another stormy day
But not simple