2022 Poem Seventeen
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How many stars had
to perish for us to be
intertwined bodies?
Tanya Raine- Hr. 11
December 17, 2018 is the day
You came into the world to stay
I didn’t know what to say
Except you’re perfect in every way
Tanya Raine West is your name
And my life has never been the same
I can’t believe you were sent to me
You are a special ray of light
In my heart you’ll always stay
Though we may fight along the way
I will always love you
2022 Poem Sixteen
I Have Made Mistake But You Weren’t One
Every scroll through my camera roll
shows me that stark amber circle hugging hazel eyes barely clinging to life.
Every photo is full of
mossy greens, grey blues that rival the North Atlantic, and honey browns.
The beauty is there, it can’t be missed, but the life is missing.
Smiles plastered on your face say more about unhappiness than anything else.
I have made mistakes but you weren’t one.
You survived 29 years stuffed in one closet or another.
Each one filled with ill fitting outfits of expectations.
You tried and tried and tried to make them fit.
You knew every mistake,
every piece of clothing that wasn’t you,
would bring you to me.
I have made mistake but the time I spent as you wasn’t one.
The Monster Under the Stairs
I have locked away the monster under the stairs
Exiled now for crimes against my life
Finally done because they did something unforgivable
Going against everyone, myself, instinct, society, sanity
We will be forever stared at for what they accomplished
It doesn’t matter that what they did
Ultimately saved a life
It doesn’t even matter that what they did
Was agreed upon by everyone
This one action has completely frightened me
I have locked away the monster under the stairs
It doesn’t matter that what they did
Was what I needed them to do for me
Because I was terrified of what I had to do
I have unlocked the door that holds the monster under the stairs
Because it saved my life when I truly needed it
Hour Twenty Three- blue lagoon
blue lagoon
scattered thoughts that multiply…
Note: This poem is written using an image prompt posted during hour twenty-one.
Hour9
The sky is my favourite,
I never get bored looking at it!
It’s like a photo which is always different,
like a painting which always changes!
Tale
Spoken true
Spoken soft and loud
Spoken with a meaning
We tell stories of sadness, happiness, anger, drama
Telling them to the best of our ability
For Telling is half the battle
Moment of joy
Moment of joy
This…this is a moment of joy indeed!
You are here with me, as we
Rejoice!
Having come this far,
It’s a beautiful feeling
Of having spent
Hours
In
Cherished verse!
Smeetha, responding to prompt 18.
Hour 23_ Things fall apart.
Like a table on wobbly legs, every nail knocked out of place.
A real accident waiting happen, a keg of gun powder with a lighted line.
So is this place I call home.
How did a giant become a dwarf this fast or a cancer eat so deep so quickly?
Eating deeper and deeper daily with no cure in sight.
- Am I a fool to hope?
Has it fallen apart so badly that it’s beyond repair.
Maybe it is, but I think I will keep that hope, if I can’t hope on anything, I will hope on hope itself.
Hour 17
Hour 17
Cats are above myth.
They encroach into your life
at the molecular basis – – – they are bone deep. They immobilize you for cuddle time
on their terms.
They heckle you whenever they want
to be fed or just whenever.
Jealous of inanimate objects and all computers.
Mine is a green-eyed menace
punctuating my downtime
with mythical weight pinpointed
on the belly becoming a pillow.