Prompt 21 – Lion Hunting
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(When I’m this tired, I usually only have strength for a Haiku, lol!)
Running to my home,
I saw a lion hunting,
Heart still pounding, running…
Antoinette LeRoux © 2023
Hour 21-Duke Dissatisfied
Duke has grown bored.
His weird parents
playing at their computers
for 20 hours plus.
He goes from one room to the other.
Inside then out,
outside, then in.
Running, jumping, sleeping
Begging for morsels
Begging for meals
Begging just to beg.
I danced with him.
He wasn’t amused.
I gave him superior rubbies,
he bit me.
He is getting older, cantankerous.
Much like his human father.
He knows this ritual happens every year,
but he lets me know,
this is unacceptable behavior.
A continuation will not be tolerated.
A cat has needs, the most important of which-
he is more important than any poem.
Running
Running a house
running up bills
running up time
running for trains
running a temperature
running a race
running for joy
running for office
running for your life
running their lives
running my life
when does it stop?
Just running ….
Hour 21 – Almost There
Running
toward the light
at the end of the
poetry tunnel
never ending prompts
(it seems)
push me closer
to the finish line
drooping eyes
muddled brain
tired, cramped fingers
I’m not giving up
I have to reach the
finish line
until then I will keep on
running
Prompt #21
Running
scared, scarred beyond
recognition, the old dog
weaves miraculously through
the traffic to the other
side of the road.
Only then do I realize
I have been holding my breath
and come to a complete stop,
engine running.
23~7
when lovers leave
sometimes you cry
(but you don’t know why)
you cried before they left
they see you cry
when lovers leave
they do not care
running away so happily
you watch them go
reaching out
when lovers leave
your hand alone floating
sometimes you sigh
(but you don’t know why)
you feel so relieved
when lovers leave
21 Keep the Running
Running a marathon,
poems—not miles–
watch out for the potholes,
the detours,
and dogs—yes, dogs too;
vicious little yappers,
ankle nipping
confidence grabbers,
that tell you you’re not gonna make it through–
Listen, this is what you are gonna do:
Grab that pen, and high jump for the sky;
Paper stamped, and flying by,
and when the 24 have turned,
Wear your ‘I did it!’ button
that you’ve earned.
Just. Keep. Running.
Running Almost Empty
Running almost empty
forgot my password
panicked need to finish
then I remembered it
wrote a poem so quick
so not to forget it
like my energy time is running
Runner’s High-Hour Twenty-One
Running, running, sprinting down the street,
feeling feet thud pavement, arms as I swing,
chest tightening, sweat slipping as I press on,
stretching for the end in sight, the finish line,
but even when my legs should stop my heart keeps running.
Hour 21, Poem 27
Running through the empty streets
On dark streets in empty night
Silence surrounds me like a shroud
Nothing to see, just my own dissipating breath
I can only hear my own life signs
Waiting for them to fade away
But in the darkness, something shines
As the cloud shifts to reveal
The stars and the moonlight
And just the view of that round sky rock
Dark in itself but still reflecting light
Has me stopping and just staring
The halo around the moon reminding me
Of something long forgotten,
A promise that makes me move again
And this time its not the darkness I see
This time it’s the gentle moonlight comforting me
As I, towards a new tomorrow, take off running.