Hour 22 (2022)
Apparently I forgot to post hour 22 here too but posted it on my social media. 😬
A blue butterfly
zigzags frantically
across my vision.
And I wonder why
it flitters so much
when it’s never had
to dodge bullets.
Hour 24 (2022)
Can’t believe I forgot to post the last one
Rest, darling.
I knowyour soul is weary.
You are tired, we all are.
But do you feel that?
The subtle bubble
of quaking inside?
You are about to show the world
exactly what happens
when you fuck us over.
But first rest.
#21
Umbrellas keep us dry
and shaded from the sun.
Raindrops pitter patter
running off.
Sun rays beat down
warming the ground.
#20
Echo husband
Repeats everything I say
as if it were his idea.
My ideas get no credit
because he makes them his.
I say it and like an echo
I hear it again.
#19
Oz
a happy place
sunshine
and flowers
friends
and journeys
where the unknown
is discovered
all because
there’s no place like home.
#18
A Moment of Joy
Writing poems with many
wonderful people,
none who I know personally
but gather with virtually
for exciting writing events.
We gather multiple times
each year.
#17
Monsters under my bed
Can’t hang my hand over the side
something may grab it.
Can’t sleep too close to the bed edge
something may touch me.
I should know better
dust bunnies are all that
is under my bed.
#15 not really prompt oriented
It always looks better
from the outside.
Smiles, laughter
Deep down there is hurt
and loneliness.
Look a little deeper
hug a little harder.
#14
My father tells stories of greasing trolley tracks (Hartford CT)
so it couldn’t go. No trolleys today, but boy oh boy
the trouble we’d be in. When he tells the story you
can see him reliving it, every moment of fun. My
dad has this air of being perfect and proper not
mischievous.