Hour #22–Haiku
Precipitation
Creates a gentle drumming
And soothes me to sleep
No. 22: A Summer with Dad
My favorite photograph of Dad is one taken At the Los Angeles Zoo It was a warm summer day and we took a break After queueing up to see the pandas loaned To the zoo by the government of China Dad is dressed comfortably in slacks And a loose fitting pointed collar Short sleeve shirt He is perched casually on a large stone Looking into the camera I spent several weeks with Dad during that summer I followed him as he went about his daily routine (We both appreciated having a schedule) Morning coffee, newspaper Listening to the radio (He bought me my first radio when I was 13) Lunch time was at the Golden Dragon restaurant in Chinatown We met with friends, drank tea, and sampled dim sum Then it was onto his friend who had a hair salon (She cut his hair when needed) I listened as they chatted in Cantonese Afterwards he'd cross the street to where his Life time association - Ying On - had their headquarters It was a smoke-filled gathering place filled with Cantonese friends, watching TV, laughing, and playing Cards, mahjong, and other card games Toward dinner time a local chef came to the club And put together a three-course Cantonese meal For which members paid $2 or $3 Dad got his meal free because of his age And long-time membership I learned Dad was a Los Angeles Dodger fan And learned all about them more than I ever knew I wanted to know but it was fascinating as he Could relate statistics, talk about the players And listened to Vince Scully call the game I know there was a lot more to Dad But I was too shy to ask and he never offered To tell me his story But that summer I certainly enjoyed Being with him I miss him still
Hour 22 – Think of me (Text prompt)
Where your troubled seas pulse with the trouble of comings storms, think of the wild tenderness in my eyes fixed upon your soul
the incandescent bliss glimmer of fervent touch
sating you whole
Sweet sleep
fire low
let Cupid shoot you tenderly; her glistening arrow
Hour Twenty One – Old Realities
spaghetti, high-waisted denim, and messy hair!
taking the back route to escape old realities,
we end up bustling through the skyscrapers.
two bottles down and carefree howls,
feet dangling off the railing whilst smoking a cigarette.
the almond-colored sky is blurry,
atleast the black of my past stopped pricking me
Note: This poem is written using the word prompt posted during hour twenty one.
Hour 21 Cat kisses
Tenderness is her soft whiskers against my skin,
precious is her nose near mine,
She sits as I open two books
read a chapter from each.
Her kisses start my day.
Wheelbite
Scorpion pose, on the neck
Feet thrown forward behind the head
sculpted perfectly
comet being
tighten trucks next time
Decades of Decay (Hour 18, A Four Square Poem)
Decades of Decay
Beaten
Bloodied
Blackened
Broken
Rage
Unchecked
Hatred
Unspoken
Together
Trashed
Rancid
Rotten
Forever
Lost
Future
Forgotten
****A four square poem has four stanzas of four lines each, where each line is only a single word.****