Shades of You
When this verse
Closes
My memories of you
Ends
And my dreams of you
Fades
Mirror Hands : Hour 5/Prompt 5, 2022
Midnight dancing
with twelve personalities
of mine.
Mirror too confused
to create
the number
of vines.
Sleep
The warmth creeps into your bones
You feel safe, secure, you are home
Yoh lie in your bed made of softness
You are so comfortable, weightless and thoughtless
The pages of the book you are reading becomes unfocused and unclear
You already know the end of the day is near
But still you desperately try to stay awake
Trying to buy five more minutes away from your drowsy ache
Suddenly the words you were reading turns into unrelated pictures
But you are familiar with this feeling of haziness and fuzziness mixtures
With heavy hands you turn off the light
Knowing full well that this is the end of your night
Will you even awake again, nobody knows
Because nobody truly knows what the next holds
So finally you succumb to the dark
With this world, your soul shall part
So now you fall more and more deep
Until your entire body has been overtaken by sleep
Hour 12 (2022)- DnD With Friends
A Villanelle:
Every Friday night we gather with friends
We play a Dungeons and Dragons game
The fun it never really ends.
Our adventures take us around many bends
In all of it, no evenings the same
Every Friday night we gather with friends
We try our best to make amends
If ever a decision we make is lame
The fun it never really ends.
We fight our battles with dice and pens
Monsters we do our best to maim
Every Friday night we gather with friends
We attempt to do what the quest giver demands
And choose with honour, not with shame
The fun it never really ends.
The evil in the land we strive to cleanse
Bring to our party some sort of fame
Every Friday night we gather with friends
The fun it never really ends.
RAJAH
Run farther
Always knowing
Justice cannot
Absolve this
Hatred anymore
See this
And trust
Nothing can
Deter or
Oppose this
Real affection
Barking Dogs
We are surrounded by
multiple barking dogs
two are standard poodles with
the worst one
a former champion.
I suppose
we are all
a bit beneath them
in the hierarchy
of the world.
We have had
worse dog neighbors
like the three pit bulls
who would bark
if we moved around
within our house and
once got
into our backyard
and trashed it.
We have a photo
of the three of them
on a roof.
Sam the champion
will sit regally
in the back
ever alert
like a motion sensitive light
to start his vocalizations
with any change in
his environment
His family has given up
on training him
and merely yells
at hime to stop.
We, our car, and our house
are not part of his family
and he will foam
at the mouth
racing every which
way to inform
the world of
his displeasure with us.
Treats don’t work
Singing we love the daffodils
doesn’t work
Seductive musk
doesn’t work and
raising myself
to my full nine foot height
and roaring loudly
doesn’t work.
Basho wrote
long ago:
It is deep autumn
my neighbor
how does he live, I wonder
The Gift of Snow (Hour 12)
Snow was once my daughter’s cat and now she is family.
Our sassy and comforting tabby cautiously enters a room looking for a safe place to hide.
I am convinced she bares the soul of my mother, the temperament of my daughter, the talents of my son, and the intuition of my partner.
When I see her watching me, I wonder what does she see?
Like a magnet attracted to energy, when I’m being silly, she prepares for a vicious attack and when I’m feeling low, she comes by my side slowly for cuddles.
I look for her when she needs space to make sure she is ok and on early mornings we sit out on the back porch together listening to the sounds of our forest.
Snow was once my daughter’s cat and now she is family.
Misunderstood
Goodbye
Will never be
An option
For us
You declared
Tears
Will never
Touch
Us
You uttered
Only warm hellos
Only giddy laughter
I never
Understood
Your words
Because you
Left
Virtually Gathering
“For where two or three are gathered together in my name there am I in the midst of them.”–Matthew 18:20 (KJV)
Intensity is multiplied by crowds
when more than just a few gather round.
But does this still hold true virtually?
Rows of zeroes show nothing to see.
Are kids still “tuning in” via the Web,
or “tuning out” and playing War games?
Teachers can testify it isn’t the same.
Enough
When we stand together
our collective voice roars.
Enough.
We will grow into something
bigger to tackle those who
prey on the vulnerable.
How can the clock
be ticking back?
Children, to them, are sacred
until they leave the womb.
Put down the arms, and
hold the babes tight.
All that has ever been true
is motive to control.
Now is our time to be loud,
fierce, and brave.
Our future is ours.