Running hour/prompt 21
Running (haiku)
Even in her sleep,
little one, where are you bound?
steady gait so fast.
Who cares if life pushes us two steps ahead and then ten steps back? As long as we’re walking together, hand in hand, I don’t care where we end up because being with you feels like home and all the places I’ve never been all at once. I love the way we hold each other together when we are falling to pieces.
Hour 20: Cinderella
Every day
Same in, same out
Made to feel much smaller
Than the littlest mouse
Oh Cinderella, Cinderella!
The bell begins to chime
They wonder where their food is
Don’t I know it’s dinnertime?
Cinderella, Cinderella!
Why’s the kitchen dirty?
Why’d I put the kids to bed?
I know that it’s too early
Cinderella, Cinderella!
The bell rings on and on
While mother brings her latest beau
Lance, or Mark, Or John
Cinderella, Cinderella!
You’re asking for it this time
The baby’s crying yet again
Think! You’re bloody nine!
You should have this down by now
Learned your fucking lesson
What do you mean, you can’t
You don’t have depression!
That’s ridiculous, it’s crazy
Put on your big girl panties
Cinderella, Cinderella!
Time to be a nanny
23~12
so many closets
throughout my life
the one full
of christmas presents
i secretly opened
one with films
of vintage family
i never got to watch
the closet
my boyfriend
stayed hidden in
the closet
that kept me safe
from the next one
same closet
catching
all my pennies
adding up
waiting
to set me free
closet with a mouse
mother scared to death
seeing her frying pan flying
the closet my best kitten
kept her litter box in
my first away adult summer
the last closet
full of old toys
i never got to play with
Hour 6 : Betwen the pages of everyday
In this flat setting, humans,
like letters, stand out.
Perspective accounts are being written
all throughout the country.
Settlements are like punctuation marks
where lives collide,
like the rivers and mountains,
the ancient ink of the Earth.
Huge oceans, and an ink-black sea,
shroud a multitude of unexplored lands.
Our stories stem from the Earth’s surface.
In an incomprehensible universe.
Hour 21
Losing my creative brain so you get two haikus. A bit silly but fun to write.
Hour 21
Treetops above me
Grassy fields below my feet
Shit I’m really lost
Stretch and yawn at dawn
Run and have fun in the sun
Crawl in bed at ten
Hour2
I’ll turn my tears into poems
and my kisses into frogs if necessary!
But what will you do with your expectations?
Will you bury them or will you invoke them?
Hour 21 – Running
Running
for cover,
into the ground,
around in circles,
running a temp, a foul,
a tab, hot and cold,
on empty, wild,
out the clock
Running
A,B,C’s.
And when I’m near you the music starts,
Apathy fades away as the notes swell.
Alluring symphonies play in my heart.
All my face painted with blush.
Beautiful memories they were.
Bloomed over a short time.
Beckoned the way to spring.
But…
Could it be time that was jealous of us.
Constellations I guess.
Conflicts of the heaven.
Caused us to split.
COUGH COUGH – #21
Running my nose is running
My eyes leak and sting
My teeth harbour ulcers
I cough when I breathe in
Shivers track their way down my back
Sweat contradicts my skin’s desires
I’ve swollen lips
My tongue refuses to identify
My nostrils flare red
Running my nose is still running