17. Kaleidoscope
Cacophony of color
A kinetic patterned quilt
Spectral mystery
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
Hour 18: Dear Edgar
My Dearest Edgar,
What twisted thoughts corrupt your mind?
What ails your soul, also ails mine
Haunted voices fill your head
Visions of the macabre, dance of the dead
Your heart yearns for love long lost
I, too, have felt its cost
Kindred spirits, I feel your pain
Grief that renders you insane
Desiring what is nevermore
Quoth the raven above your door
An unkindness of ravens echoing the cries
This is the sound of when true love dies
I wake up to
Latent buzz of heat
Inching deep under my skin
Every night, I wake up to
How much I need you
How much I want you
To touch your fingertips with my lips
And sing at the glory of electric nerves
Every night, I wake up to
Musings buried deep inside me
Of how beatific you’d look
Splayed under me, for me
Slightly hazy at the edges
Like a dream made for me
Every night, I wake up to
Sighs and wishes, sinful, to say the least
Of passions that never felt so deep
For anyone else but you
Every night, I wake up to
A sleepless yearning that hollows out
Aching with the loss of what I never had
The right to call you mine
NO VOICE
NO VOICE
Burning bridges of my soul
No voice
Powerful bullets of your screams
Leaving a hole in my heart
Crumbling memories in my head
No voice
Teared up pictures
Gone without consent
Shattered skin on my body
No voice
Hurtful touch of your fingers
Impossible to forget
Twisted answers in my mind
No voice
No longer knowing
Forever searching the truth
Failed kingship.
There was once a mighty king
His eyes were brimming.
He was the talk of the town
Pride ornamented his walk.
Greed crowned him.
Women were afraid of his lust.
He envied every happy person
and took it out on gluttony.
He earned only wrath from his people
And became slothy over time.
He was never remembered.
Though he was a man of strength.
He never went down in history.
People wouldn’t know any of his stories.
His sins adorned him in life.
So did it, in his death.