#12
Take me to that A frame deep inside the luscious green forest, where the river and the wild meet, nature is all the music you need, completely secluded from society is where I want to be.
Hour 12 (Tried and True)
Feeling Blue sticking like glue
Mountains high with rivers wide
Drifting in a new line
Thinking about tomorrow
Believing how to follow.
Copyright(c)2022 Roxann Lawrence
Hour 9: Dark Cherries and Summer Afternoons
Hot, humid Ohio summer,
1970 something…
a sluggish afternoon
rocking on porch glider, melting just a little
dark cherries staining our hands red
spitting the pits into the yard, seeing how far
they go, hoping, next year our own cherry
tree will sprout
Prompt 12
Traveling Light
Lockdown is over we can finally go out
Day-trips, holidays or even a flight
The end is now really in sight
Packing the bags
The weather’s unclear
Best be prepared for whatever’s out there
I have coats and hats
Gloves and a scarf
Wellies and flip flops just for a laugh
A T-shirt and fleece
Trousers and shorts
A first aid kit ready for all sorts
A thermos and cold water
Heat pads and sun cream
A rain mac and umbrella … the prep makes me scream
So where shall we go
Now we can roam
Let’s save all the hassle and just party at home
[Prompt: Gathering with others.]
Poem 12
my bed
is calling me with a
lustful tone
and i surely wanna
rest my bones
but this pen won’t stop rewriting.
Broken Rose
In the midst of the flower blooms
Finds one wild seed that sewn
Among the elegantly planted and pruned
Was found one thorny stem had grown
Striving on its own
To grow amidst it all
One cold night a winter wind had blown
Leaving all but one to take the fall
Standing on its own
Held strongly by its roots
One wild stem had grown
Taking the time it took
Even through rough weather
It has stood the test of time
Though nothing had harmed a pedal
Look closely to see what you will find
The rain brings tears to cry
As they drop to the ground
Falling not only from the sky
As you see those are teardrops you’ve found
Yet you would not find one tear
Unless you came close to see
Though it has found nothing to fear
It remembers what used to be
After so many seasons passing by
Living the only life it knows
A hand reaches from behind
Then becoming the broken rose
By gentle hands were it taken away
For the reasons it were chose
Love was found that day
Through the life of a broken rose
Hour 12 – Distance
This sun is but a star
In some distant galaxy’s
Sparkle cluttered sky.
When They Come For the Poets, They Won’t Find Me
Everyone knows
In those lawless days,
The poets are the first to go.
But I, dear leader,
Am a master of disguise
I hide in plain sight
Because everyone knows
A poet is a predator
And can’t help stalking poetic prey
Stealth is the key to survival
So I camoflauge
I wear my fear like skin
And everyone knows
That years of hiding
Changes a man’s shape
Until I am a shadow
Nobody looks for shadows
And yet, everyone (?) knows that
Poetry only needs a pause
To turn and stalk you
It lurks in shadows
Where nobody else would search for me
And everyone knows
Being stalked by poetry
Changes a man
Shadow is my camouflage
My skin is my own
When they come looking
They won’t find me
I have been turned into a hunter.
Hour 11 Writing Prompt – Write a poem about laughter without using the word laugh, laughter or giggle
The Funny Bone Speaketh
Staring at us with confusion, the baby, eyes wide an attentive,
takes in the sight of parents acting the fool, over and over and over
til the baby can no longer contain the pure belly full of joy and out it comes.
The first “tee hee,” in the beginning is restrained, but as the merriment builds, the child
who only just recently felt the same emotion upon it’s first “passing of the gas,” episode,
can no longer hold back, what is about to be one of the greatest gifts that
parents and grandparents alike could ever ask for….a full blown, burst of air coming
across the vocal chords and out into the world as baby’s first chuckle!
From this point and until the child reaches puberty, parents everywhere will do
anything and everything, and I do mean everything, to get said child to commit
again to that top of the charts expulsion of glee. Much to the parents dismay, they
are unlikely to see this occurrence until they catch them doing something they aren’t
supposed to and they try to recreate those precious moments to get themselves off the
hook. Parents will get the last, you know, chuckle, though at their high school graduation
party or when meeting “the one” and they pull out all of those extremely embarrassing
baby photos.
My advice, if you arejonesing to hear that wonderful sound again, take them to a comedy show.
Chances are you won’t get the jokes, but your kids will be in stitches!
12: Unification of the soul
Prompt: “Write about gathering with others. The specifics are up to you.”
Unification of the soul,
sharing of a story,
our hearts are whole,
to connect is a glory.
A sense of belonging,
a soul’s translater,
for a longing,
to be part of something greater.