The Poetry Marathon

[Hour Sixteen]little talks

Deep, low, the timber and pitch wraps around my mind
and if you looked in the dim greys of my mind, you’d see
a bright spark of light, and that’s my darlin.
A voice like coffee, a bright note and depth
that I would sink into and listen to for hours. The patient measure
of breath over a phone line, and I can feel the smile,
as he listens, and then the reply, soft and deep
and I fall again, just listening. A soft song is sung
to tease a smile out of me as the hours pass.
But there are words that tremor through the line, through my voice.
Not spoken, but heard, through time, between each breath.
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you.

drink – 16 of 24

if the jaguar drinks enough lemonade
he will tell you a riddle
he will ask you how many times
you’ve crossed a bridge with a troll
underneath, he will ask
if you have ever plucked a pussywillow
and he will tell you that those
are his grandchildren’s tails
and he wants them back

if the jaguar drinks enough gin
he will smile wide and mistake you for meat
he will exaggerate his fangs and his
fancy for you, but he’s secretly
a vegetarian so the last page
of this nursery rhyme will say
hickory dickory dock
since when do jaguars talk?

Taste #thepoetrymarathon #prompthoursixteen

It rained that night,

big fat drops

that sat upon my tongue

as I felt the coolness

surge

over me.

Taking me back

to happier days,

of swimming

in the rain,

making castles out of mud

days

of innocence.

Frozen

The lake froze over
As it does every winter
Streaks of brown and white
Air bubbles that catch a last breath
Eye staring up
Everything is visible
And not at the same time
The images bend and twist
Ice distorting purifying and consuming all

Prompt 16

To know the difference
in intuition from fear
has been a great struggle

the signs were red
blinking

8 minutes later something happened
something I knew

I saw it
but I gambled
shrugging it to fear

Gave them a chance
when it wasn’t their turn
it was mine

I should have listened
should have noticed
should have said NO

I agreed
to betray my
own self

with a doubtful yes

“Mama Bear”

“Mama Bear”

Mama bear,

I see you.

Fighting back the tears of frustration and exhaustion.

Spending long days and nights.

Trying to maintain a house to unrealistic standards

Blamed for anything that strays from the normal.

You’re doing okay, mama.

You’re fine.

Stay strong, mama bear.

You got this.

Pink

Pink ones.

Love the color pink.

Blue Rose’s, and on any holiday.

Birthdays.

And.

On,

Easter Day.

Draft 2

i still see your eyes

the only ones to ever

find my hidden deep

 

i still feel your smile

 

Mylo Xyloto

Make of it what you will.

But for me, it’s anywhere that’s green.

She and I residing in domestic bliss

sitting on the porch watching Angel and SJ frolic through the yard

having the time of their lives

while we bask in the glory of existence.

 

The picnics we’d embark on and the

people we’d assist would keep us high as

we rectify the universe one soul at a time.

You can only go as far as you’ll permit yourself.

 

And as the sun tucks itself away in its hiding spot,

we’d gather around the set watching reruns of green acres

appreciating the way we were.

enjoying the life we were meant to live

and knowing that nothing can stop us now.

HOUR 17 Haiku 2

In accord’s honour
I surrender myself whole
Your hideous whims