4 AM – Weeds
I just want to grow and be able to live,
but I’m pretty sure I’m just a weed that can’t be killed–
some sort of invasive species.
Prompt for Hour Twenty
Text Prompt:
Write a poem about a routine or ritual that is part of your life. It can be something like making coffee every morning, or something like attending religious services once a week.
Image Prompt:
Photo by Robbin Grimm
More Winging It
Time again to just go flow
I’ve gotten awful tired and
my eyes burn. Yes, I suffer
with chronic dry eyes. My
eyes burn so bad they can’t
even cry. I have eye drops
upstairs but I don’t feel like
climbing them just yet.
after this here I’ll close
my eyes and let them rest
for a while.
I thank you for reading about
my ailment. It’s time to check
out until the next one.
Sunshine (Poem 19)
Sunshine in summer
Dry day
Humid weather
Sunshine in winter
Pleasant day
Respite from the cold
Sunshine in autumn
Matches the foliage
Eye candy for the soul
Sunshine in spring
Neither good nor bad
Better than one, bearable to step out
In response to image prompt number 19
Hour 17 image prompt late (17?) – flamingo
I forgot to summon
Words for sweet pink demons
Who light on feathered wings
And stare with devil’s mischief
Shrimp demons of swamp and sand
Flamingo queen of evil
Bright pink and brilliant eyes
Colored like a flower
In devious disguise
104 clover leaves
I sat in the grass
Hoping to find
A way to bring you back
So one of a kind
I searched for answers
In the sky
Tiny dancers
Shed the light
I found 26 four leaf clovers
And composed them into art
Our story isn’t over
It’s just begun to start
26 letters in the alphabet
Each letter showing I choose you
I knew from the day we met
That what we have is true
104 green leaves
Against my favorite color
Forgive me please
You’re like no other
I showed up at your dad’s place
With high hopes you’d choose me too
It was God’s grace
That brought me to you
Love is forgiveness
A peaceful home
We are so blessed
To no longer roam
To roam indecisive
Without your other half
Makes it hard to give
And forget the past
Baby we did it
We chose to dedicate
I’ll never quit
On a love so great
Kaleidoscope
The image is a swirl
of pinks and peaches,
fractals,
foxing the brain,
colluding against the senses.
The exotic flower
cushioned around a long black anther
is a flamingo momentarily.
Hour 19: Mist
The mist encircles me, envelopes me, consumes me
Oozes into every nook and cranny, into the very fiber of my being
Suffocating me, choking me, silencing me
This cold, bitter shroud