The Poetry Marathon

Hour #1

Beach water so cold,

so refreshing.

Challenging surf

made me a better swimmer.

One day, my friend and I

rode our bicycles to the beach.

The waves were big

a challenge to conquer.

Life guard on duty.

We dove in, body surfed

one huge wave after another.

The next day

we hear why the waves were so huge.

A hurricane is brewing, not far away.

Today technology would ruin

that fun day.

Lifeguards would not allow anyone

in the water, red flags would fly.

Life before we knew, before it happened.

Taking chances before technology.

Two angels crying

from the heavens above

pouring like waterfalls

into oceans of love

surrounding the vessel

it gleams and it shines

full of something special

it’s one of a kind

pure white and soaring

the bird flies solo

the sky is pouring

lily pads below

 

 

You – Hour 15 Prompt

Eyes
Smile
Beauty mark
All of your face

Flow
Fringe
Fabric
All of your style

Golden hair
Back dimples
Jewelry and tatoos
All of your body

Laugh
Words
Song
All of your voice

Wit
Heart
Passion
All of You

Hour 15: This is the Golden Age

I would gladly,

hungrily

press the fast forward button

on this leg of my transition

skipping over the recurring

and highly visible marks

of this second round of puberty—

albeit voluntary

 

I’m thirsty for the vision

of future me

having already

respected the process

looking back on now

with kind nostalgia

and limitless perspective

 

And If I managed to enter some deep sleep,

drooling my way through the next year or two,

I would be missing out on the ripe juiciness

of this singular moment and the discoveries

that I get to make every day

 

I chose this road

I trust this road

I love this road

 

Respect

Process

Respect

Process

 

With presence,

I find joy in the floating,

the lily pads of euphoria

when the pieces come together harmoniously,

when the shining trans gods are smiling upon me

and everything is golden

I drink deeply

What if

What if the worst had happened?
My brain still sticky on pavement.
What if my body lay limp
on an ill-used sidewalk?
Place me in parallax.
Bring me to equinox.
But I breathed instead.

1: SCOTUS shame

Awoke to despair.

SCOTUS casting dark shadows

Extinguishing hope.

Hour 15: veins

delicate veins
that throb no more
still calm in their
fragility
perfect poise
even in death
and dying

Turkey Day!

Turkey Day! My few last days to spend with my sweet babe
My little girl has all grown up, and married now.

Those days we spend, as I listen to her sweet voice
and sit with her and him for movie nights and wine.

And cook together full gourmet fare of quality divine,
with wine, of course, and cheese and things

to keep us full before we eat. Oh, turkey’s done!
So perfect brined, and all the classic acoutrement.

Each paired with wine at the perfect time,
we dine, and dine, and dine some more.

Black Friday be damned! We care not to jam
ourselves into a frenzied spree.

Instead, we wake up peacefully
with eagerness to be just us together in harmony.

Prompt 15, Words for Nothingness

Gasps of organic matter stand frail sentry
in your doorways.
Willow wisps, meadow grass, chuffed wheat stalks, prairie blades
in every color known to Pantone
are referenced by your hosts.
All of your agents are thanked
and all of your rooms explored
no matter how similar.
These studies in skeletal flora
occupy molten pots heavy enough to be moveable only by Hercules
at pivot doors that reach the sky,
and we are hushed as we enter.
Rooms that will never be inhabited are set
as though for an episode of a late ’90s dramatic series
in which every girl wore plum brown lipstick and
every boy ran his hands through his hair
to indicate concern.
Still, there’s no lack of effect
in how unaffected every element in its undone-ness is.
For all its impenetrability,
– with its home theater, its bathrooms that outnumber its bedrooms, and its panic room –
the structure might as well be a dandelion.

Prompt 15 , hour 15_lick

I will do it over and over because

I love you.

Lick you all day and all over,

Let your taste linger ,

Immerse myself in you,

I am never ever living without you.

My dark chocolate ice cream.