24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
It’s just a pan, right?
Sure, usually it’s meant for baking a cake
not a roast beast.
It’s just a memory, right?
This flashback to when I’d make the cake
and Momma would make the fudge sauce.
It’s just silly, right?
These tears threatening to fall;
I mean, it’s not like it’s spilt milk.
It’s just so hard, right?
Loving the part of you that once loved me
enough to make me chocolate sauce.
Looking out these frosty window panes.
You’re away and the cold remains the same.
It pours through the walls into my veins.
Another lonely frigid night.
I reach out to touch the ghostly specter you left behind.
Praying that the snow will bring you in with its flurries.
The soft and silent fall relieves me of my worries.
Another hard night alone.
Staring at the white snow.
I was thinking I might take a cruise—
To somewhere with long Canadian light,
Where darkness, deep, is not so much,
And brighter flowers fill long sun hours,
Just south of Alaskan permafrost.
To view the bears, grizzled or white,
and glaciers glistening rainbow-bright,
Both, calving, one in summer, one not,
‘Mid frigid fingerprints of God.
Where spike and spire stand rock solid, bold,
As they’ve always done, since days of old,
And my little cruise ship will putter by,
Unnoticed by the massive sky.
Minute speck on the glacial slate,
Finite glitter, by grandeur great.
In the darkness
Twinkling stars, the strawberry moon
Speeding meteors
In the light
Bright sunshine, wispy clouds
Flying birds
And yet, the world is but a shadowed gray
Prompt 10 from the 2019 Poetry Marathon – Hour 8
Just Another Friday Night (a Gigan)
Three queers are kissing in a sports bar
shaved head, sceptum piercing and tuxedo jacket
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Three queers are kissing in a sports bar
losing the jacket and adding their sweat to
the one of those who come here every night
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Three queers are kissing in a sports bar
because of the music, because they felt like it
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and heir tongues have picked the strongest
beer because none of them is sober yet
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The world is on fire and right there in the corner
three queers are kissing in a sports bar
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But it’s okay cause the barmaid is a dyke
and she will find the jacket tomorrow.
Three queers are kissing in a sports bar
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and all around them the bros
are falling like dominoes.
The blanket of snow reminds me of the simpler times
Days of no worries
Days of no requirements needing met
Day that did nothing but sooth the soul and quiet the mind
Oh how I miss those simpler days
Lonely days and wasted nights
still wishing you were by my side
and honey there ain’t no reason why
you can’t be with me
So come along and take my hand
and with this kiss, I’ll help you understand
what it is for a man to love a woman
So come along and let me hold you tight
and together my darling, we can make it through the night.
Hot cocoa brings me home
In cold days,
Warm me up.
Arepa brings me to Mom’s kitchen
In nostalgic moments,
Comforts my soul.
Mix ingredients
Round the dough,
Put it on fire.
Wait for a moment and…
Get back home!
(Hour 9-@Mejia)
Prompt: “Look in your cupboards and find a food that brings up a childhood memory, and the memory is your prompt”
It’s called lavashak,
fruity leather goodness.
I sit in the garden
the stray cat looking
for something as delicious
as what I have in my hands.
I peel the lavashak from its plastic confinement
first, a lick
so sour, makes my tongue tingle
then an unmistakable sweetness
marries the sour.
What bliss…
a five year old sitting on the concrete steps
sun beating down
and eating lavashak.