Satiated – Hour 10 Prompt
“Nah, I’m good, thanks.”
-Not Very Hungry Hippo
Beautiful Oblivion
With a thump the wooden gong rings true
Mindful melody summoning all to the zendo
Morning and evening bleed into one
Time to honor the present in deep breaths
The past and the future matter not
Birth and death but one cosmic cycle
Forever’s an imaginary ephemeral thing
Today challenges us to find a vigorous victory
To walk it with determined, slow steps
Into the arms of beautiful oblivion
Cute leapord
Hour – 1
You always thought,
the leopards are violent,
they are a sinner in your eyes
It’s the Almighty who gave them such lives
Even if they crave peace, they are helpless.
You presumed they are fierce
this is the eternal ethos
He has to hunt to satisfy his starvation
No opportunity in front of him, no solution
They are helpless, so they kill the creature
Did you ever think?
What if a leapord likes pink
Put your prejudice aside
Just imagine a cute creature green- blue-eyed,
the one who loves to play hide n seek,
But could never win he was always spotted
Because of Black and White spots
a member of the family of your cutie cats
Ever wondered, how cute would a leapord be.
Poem 11 Hour 11 Comedian
Her face opened up like a gift when she smiled.
Music came out of her mouth when something was funny enough.
Still, she’d cover her face as she did so.
As if she was insecure or trying to hold herself back.
And he wanted her to know that she did not need to hide herself or anything about her.
He wanted her to be completely herself and let the music play.
For she is his melody.
And he is her comedian.
Laughter
What a joyous guffaw
shook me to my feet.
Humor bubbled down from my brain
then circled to my funny bone.
Words and image meshed and melded
tickling my brain stem
then exiting through my throat
my tear ducts
and, ungracefully,
through my nose.
Poem 11. Bryanna Joy
When the tickle hits her
head splayed back
mouth wide
eyes squinty tearing,
the most gorgeous joy
flows from her entire being
fully, shamelessly, contagiously.
She is captivating.
intoxicating.
She is rapture.
Love of summer
Summer by the pool is a reason to love
The wonderful beams that come from above
But when the sun beats down
For months at a time
Cooler weather is much more fine
One month in I’m running for shade
And in air conditioning I have it made
Popsicles are a tool of survival
And there are many tent revivals
And so I can say by the end of July
Why is this season so long, just why?
Hour 10: Out of orbit
I called you in as salve
for my loneliness
and you appeared to be
a gift from the powers—
the intercession
of spirit pulling strings
You wanted me
to dance with you
brow to brow
cheek to cheek
hip to hip—
in perfectly balanced flow
cycling within an insulated circuit,
orbiting each other
in some far off
pocket dimension
I did not recognize
this part of the cosmos
and began to pitch
and pull toward my own orbit
You were stronger than you looked
I called in debris and asteroids
to knock me off
the course you plotted
you clung more tightly
and whispered,
“Now that I’ve found you,
I’ll never let you go.”
You called out first
to the powers that be
with forever on your lips.
A sweet dream of easy love
curdled in my stomach
as I found myself to be
at the tail end of an ouroboros
perpetually caught
in the teeth of your yearning
for someone to hold onto,
not unlike mine
The pain of the pinch
shook the glamour from my eyes
and I awakened gratefully alone
Go dance your eternal dances elsewhere,
frolic away in faerie land
make your wishes, but beware
things don’t always end up as they’re planned
$1,000 in the Pot
In the morning light it was easy to see
where her brother Abel had driven the truck.
Not too close to the house. Few footprints
remained under the new snowfall, a light
one last night. Darla recalled other snows
that had blown in nearly to the windows
and under the house. Especially
under the house where the snow froze,
first warmed by the house itself and then
froze into solid rock by the winds that
skimmed down the hill. She had spent
a winter here with him, with Josh,
but she’d learned the snow fell even
in July. It was time to leave.
She’d park the truck in town
after her boxes were loaded
onto the train. This view, lonesome,
didn’t reveal the small town nearby
with people who’d bet on whether
she’d make it even one year. She’d
held out for Abel. He could use the money.
She turned, got into the truck,
shut the door and headed
to the civilization that she knew.
Exuberant Happiness (Hour 11)
A warmth fills my heart
Lilting sounds all around me
Bubbles of pure joy