Amen (Poem 1 of 12, half marathon)
A hundred-year plague
is that when the next
will come.
We’ll pray for the sinners
pews hard on
our knees.
They say its a way to
cleanse the earth.
But only the bees disappear
And we’re left without any honey.
Hour 1- Image prompt – A Dog’s Winter Night
They walked overnight
Through the bellows of the storm,
Tails held high and noses down
The stoic pups made not a sound
For Winter marched upon the land
Like soldiers with a battle plan
And there stood the icy craggy crown
Of an invader to their town.
They did approach
And then did howl
This structure did not bode them well.
The leader chased it over cliff
And through the pines and high snow drift
Then they returned through winter’s night
The pups no worse for wear
Protecting their humans from Ice blight
Was their only care.
What the Flood? (Hour 1)
What the flood is going on?
creeping, bubbling in at dawn
closing down beloved parks
do we need some Noah’s arks?
Whole neighborhoods collapse when
an avalanche of sludge creeps, then
the throat is dry for just a drop
contaminated all, clean H20 stopped.
Polar caps are melting now
causing us to argue, how
is global warming drowning us
slowly immersing the human race.
And now, the world is new once more
oceans, ponds and brooks restored
one borne creature swims alive
wet and happy in water thrives.
– Sandra Johnson, June 25, 2022
Poem 1
Bathroom Door
Every droplet
of cold water that
rains on my face
drowns me
in solace
and wonderful thoughts,
like how words cleanse my soul and wash my sorrow down to the floor,
or how the ground thirsts the life brought by rain after an eternal drought.
But comfort
is overrated
and wonderful thoughts
never go
beyond the bathroom door.
Birth
I’m nearly weightless–
Floating, luxuriating
in a warm, dark bath.
Solitary, yet
at play, rolling and kicking,
even grabbing my toes.
Occasionally,
in the murky fog, taking
in fluid, hiccupping,
I’ve been very safe here
quite some time, and yet
my time has now come.
Suddenly, the walls
quake, and I start hurdling
down a narrow tunnel.
Oblivion, birth?
Yet I been thinking, feeling
a very long, long time.
Ocean’s beauty
I was not a fool
But that time was not so cool
I made a promise
To see the Ocean’s inner beauty.
I was making my mind
Was there like a mermaid
Everything was surprised
I was not so astonished.
Suddenly a shark was came
I was so scared at first time
Pray to dear God
Pls help me once more.
I could hear one voice
Hello dear come to me
It was my Mom
I lost her at the early stage.
I was so happy this time
I failed the situation where I was
I couldn’t see any danger
There was such a wave of love.
Swimming is my passion
To see any unwanted situation
To help those ones
When life is stucked in dangerous site.
After all strifes
I can feel my heart
I can see the inner beauty
What a miraculous this art!
I wish to be here
As a mermaid to love
To enjoy the watery mirror
Ocean is the abstract vision.
2022 Hour One – For the Love of Water ©️
To drown in you,
is rebirth
anew.
This Oasis,
forms the basis,
of strength and reverie.
As I sit near the water,
I pray you’ll remember me…
This love of water becomes a token,
Toward the call of Love,
of depths and passions left unspoken.
moon plant
Moon plant
Odd plant
Orange dry leaves
Naughty plant
Pleceful breeze
Loveable flower
Animated like stem
Nice plant
Hour 1 : The Barren Page
Rain running it’s fingertips on the window
I am caught in that moment
Smell of the damp earth lingering
Seeping into the walls I hide behind
Music drowning the pain between the head and heart
Getting bored of conversations
I could hear what is whispered
The window makes me dizzy
Can you hear the sound my tears make?
Running down uncontrollably
Making way to my lips
Drenched in misery, I stand ‘ther’
Staring at the rain, searching
Wondering how? why? ‘wher?’
Hoping to find you
Starting on a blank page
Writing a poem on your name.
Drizzling Memories
A leftoff memory being touched on
A gush of breeze crossed me
Scattered bits of the past reconciled
A piece of Me… felt myself again
As clouds paid homage today
As the drizzle touched my face
The smile that was lost somewhere
Found home today and I saw me again