A Strange Creature
“A sentient creature,
Full of life and joy,
I love my laptop.”
Prompt 14, Troublemaker
D______ was glamorous, P____ was silly
and one was my mother,
who hovered between
D’s edginess and
P’s harmlessness.
But, she was still
the one
who spent a year
at a school
for wayward girls.
I was in my teens
and not on any troublemaking path
when she told me the story of her youth.
She had been truant one day
past the limit,
and even though she hadn’t done anything
that she was caught for, a marked vehicle
was waiting for her
when she got home
that night.
My mother cried and begged
my grandmother, a stoic woman
from rural Missouri,
who told her
she had to follow the guards
if she wanted to ever be allowed
to come home.
Only a year or two
after she was released,
my mother, after graduation,
found a part-time job
at a photography lab;
it was during this time,
she began dating my father.
She probably thought, as
did he,
she’d be his golden bird
before she later grasped
there’s nothing golden
in containment.
Even if it was of her own volition.
Lyrical Pantoum~ “this could be” joel ansett
I never know just what I need
What to love, or what to fear
I’m collecting memories
Lost in love, and put of place
What to love, or what to fear
Something about your mind
Lost in love, and put of place
It keeps me out of mine
Something about your mind
I never know just what I need
It keeps me out of mine
I’m collecting memories
Hour Fourteen- lipstick candy
lipstick candy
my version back then
to be a diva
Note: This poem is written using the text prompt of hour nine.
Hour 14: Searching the Web
Searching the Web
Where are the stories
my ancestors told?
They have died in the mind
and I’ve stopped insisting
on answers from the living.
What I’m looking for
is not written nor google-able
and I am at a loss.
We remember
bellow the pines,
standing tall
The red bloods have forgotten,
but, we haven’t
chatter the mycelia,
coyly, crocheting webbed fingers
Then, I will continue the search
in the strands
and ask the mossy stones,
I will catch them dangling
from crow’s beak,
and listen to the thrumming
of the Earth for the stories
in my bones
Love…or is it??
So do you really love if you don’t long for, said the girl to the boy she loved her entire childhood. If you don’t have the will of being being someone how is this love. The boy smiled, and said how is this not love what I want, I have thought just about free winds, smiling farms and a free air to live in all my life. Can love be done just with people, and not a country, can we just attempt to make a better person and not everyone living with us. How is this what I have for my country not love when what you have for me is just the same??
#14- And She Twinkled at Him
The stars twinkled bright
Peppered across the night sky
Moonbeams reflecting off the ripples on the lake
Forming dancing shadows in the clearing
Gigan – Luck
Gigan – Luck
I want to hold Jupiter, the planet of luck
Close, for myself and every earthling.
Now is the time to align
And bond just as the planets do,
Adding luck, to hard work.
Some good old luck, always works
I’ve found this to be true!
Have you seen how your innermost
Longings are answered?
How, your wishes come true?
I want to hold Jupiter, the planet of luck-
Some good old luck, always works!
Shall we strive hard through the darkness,
Stepping softly into light, worn, tired, free?
Smeetha, responding to Prompt #8
Saved by Grace / prompt 13-9 pm
An unexpected happening
He poured something into our drinks
I Woke up screaming in agony
She died for six minutes literally
But worse would have been the alternative
Had we not left so abruptly
We would not have crashed into that tree
God only knows where we would be
Far worse our traumas could certainly be
Thank God we had ability
To leave before the real tragedy.
~Rebeli
Genealogy (Hour 14)
Long before Eve wedded Adam
And begat Abel & his murderous
brother turned fugitive
Long before Noah’s ark set
sail atop the deluge
and the rainbow showed up
An autochthonous people
lived by the banks
of Njaba River.
A man emerged out of Njaba,
Chi-Ukwu’s creation,
And married Lolo.
Lolo bore Isu, and Isu’s
wife bore the fathers
of today’s Isu clan.
When you tell me whom Cain
married and how all the world’s
peoples came to be
I will tell you where Lolo
came from and how Isu clan
grew out of her loins.