The Poetry Marathon

Prompt Hour 16

Jana-Alisha O’Dell

It’s always been you.

The quiet evening beckons birds home
As the sun begins to set,
a cool wind overtakes.

Night is ready to set in,
Tuck in,
Tonight’s sunset is quite the show.
Light dances on the horizon

Sweeping hues of a color palette of fire ablaze.
Such glory to witness,
what a marvel.

I will sit and watch you in the distance
I have a box office seat to the endless skies.
I witness the day closing on,

Sitting on my favorite chair,
on my porch, nestling a hot cup of cocoa,
I tend to get lost in your beauty.

Am I your favorite?
Do I cross your mind?
Am I the reason behind that smile?
Am I the only one?

I Refuse

Will you dig beneath the mound?
Will you dare to enter down?
Will you dance upon our soil?
Pour a little of our oil?
Will you eat the golden fruit?
Will you pluck it from its root?
Will you join us in our game?
Will you tell us now your name?

Asylum

We gathered together

like leaves in bad weather

we huddled in hollowed husks

All that is left now

of what asylum once was

That Was My Mom!

Strong and enduring
Multitasking everyday
Seguing into roles
With almost no delay.
Planner, economist,
Administrator, teacher,
Sometimes nurse,
Sometimes chauffeur.
Housekeeper,decorator,
Par excellence
The family’s first
Line of defence.
Primary care-giver
Entertainer, singer,
Whose soft lullabies
Still linger
In my memory…
Who was she?

#6

Dear Joyce

I’m watching you daily. The noisy cardinal

in your yard. Yeah, that’s me keeping an eye

on you. You’re doing great, don’t stop now.

Love you Curly,

David

Choose Him

The sky was opened

like a zipper pulled.

The heavens were revealed

and a man rode forth

on a great white horse.

Everyone could see

glory all around.

Some fell in awe.

Some fell in fear.

Split second choices were no more.

What was

and what is

were the same.

The sound of moving angels

as well as their songs

filled earth’s air

and then they were gone

with everyone who

chose Him.

Jersey shore palette

The sky’s a mirror

My inner impressionist

awakens azure

 

The Creator did

 

At night the firmament is alit with
Moon and stars
Piercing the clouds as if
Each one has an assignment

To shine regardless
Of the depth of darkness
And the moon a crescent, embraces the some stars
As if it’s saying come let me cuddle you and
Protect you from the elements

Who caused the firmament to stand still and frame the landscape?
To the left and to the right with lush greenery
And who told the sun to rise in the east and set in the west?

No, Please Don’t Come Inside

It’s dark inside my room
empty spaces and empty thoughts
Not a colour in sight
trapped in darkness.
It presses on my frontal lobe
but not enough to erase the pain
joyless,
soulless.
Want to come inside?

Deserted Operations Hour 16

Nothing is coming to me now

Those words that were zipping above my head

have all been used now.

I am struggling to find new ones

Not even Perry Mason could help me now.

I sense the brain needs caffeine,

or a nap,

protein maybe

Those are words I can use

And have though, often today.

This is the point

bordering on tediousness and exhaustion.

Here word soup and word salad are matched

with a word and mayonnaise sandwich.

Genius won’t happen in this place

The ideas are trapped

In a hollow cavern

Just a few knocking around.

I imagine they are lonely.

Contrite.

They don’t want exposure.

Words, where are you?

I need your loveliness.

I need you to make gallant sentence structures.

I need you to come and play.

Words where have you gone?