The Poetry Marathon

Death Cab for Cutie Hour 16

Death Came twice this year and it might as well be three, 2020-2021 are the two hardest combined years to date.

First my uncle on halloween, the baby of the family gone too soon. The closest to us all taken away. Or at least this is how it felt.

Second, my mother’s second brother gone, cooler than him you could not find, strictly roots & culture all the way.  A miracle in every sense of the word. Four years in and we knew he would make it despite what doctors would say.

Words cannot express only… the songs that they love. The children they leave behind will be forever changed, yet their presence their impact I know, will always remain.

Then without warning out of the blue a cousin a few years older than me too, looses her life to a sickness I may not even know. To loose three family members in the span of two years feels overwhelming for anyone, two losses on my mom side of our family and one for loss for my dad.

No wars exist where they live, no tragic hit and run, or crimes took place. It was sickness  that took them so quickly and that is why it hurts triply. The pain they experience I may not ever know.

God how to tribute each of their lives I ask and I pray. Give our families the strength to go on and prosper each day because once they left this earth we all felt alone.

Three bright and beautiful lights extinguished far too soon, bells ring in heavens room, butterflies signal their return to our earthly home perhaps we can honor them with each new moon.

Warrior of Light

Warrior of Light

The warrior of light
lone battle
a lone survivor

Hour 15

@varenyas

Draft

mosaic pathways

branches reach for sustenance

tattered blood vessels

 

the answer awaits

encircled circumstances

kaleidoscope view

 

the beauty begs not

the path of least resistance

 

Hour 16: Summertime Sweetness

The fragrance of flowers wafting in the summer air
The spice of pines in the mountain breeze
The aroma of sunshine swirling in the wind
My sense of smell is teased.
The whisper of the wind on my sun-touched skin
The gentle mist of the midday rain
The caress of a petal as it floats near my face
My sense of touch has so much to gain.
The sweet burst of a berry on my tongue
The tang of fresh lemonade
The freshness of watermelon filling my mouth
My sense of taste I wouldn’t trade.

16. Riding Away on You (a senrua)

You smell like freedom
faintly like fresh sourdough
but mostly freedom

Before I Sleep

When it’s dark

and my mind is circling the drain

ready to recharge

You lay next to me and breathe

into my hair

I hear you’re sighs and

coos

and when you finally drift off into sweet slumber

your muscles jolt

as if releasing all of the energy they had

that you didn’t get to expel during the day

And you holding

as you flop about

extending a leg suddenly

shoulders shaking on their own

a string puppet being

manipulated by a phantom

and I lay there

fireworks going off in your body

at peace

knowing that you’re sleeping soundly

Hour 16 – Chronoception (text prompt)

A moment is undefined time

And that’s the life I live

Moments

A day feels like a year sometimes

A month feels like a minute

I could spend 20 years

Ironing out my words

Only to be startled

By the revelation that it’s been

An hour.

XV.

I’ve said “Yes” too many times to count,

Which leaves massive space for a case of No Doubt,

I doubt that ‘no’ would have changed a thang,

And doubt any happiness it could’a brang,

 

N’Doubt, such a loss, was a tragic shame,

left Lil’ Doubt, sibling, of lesser fame,

to whose Gramps, the Father-of-all-Doubts, made claim,

using fear to bolster the Family name.

 

Cousin Whatif, of Cleveland, you might recall—

the most ambiguous N’Dout of all—

Still spells his name with Old Country flair—

Drops the B to add ‘Watshudikare’.

 

N’Doubt, you know—won the great war

to banish all ‘Maybees’ from near and far—

now plays the harp, of Old Mitaben.

but we don’t have time to listen to him.

 

‘Cause likely we’ve already spent too much time

on the unfaithful N’Doubt and his long family line,

instead of embracing the ‘Yes’ we picked out—

with Whatifs and Maybees, and their likes, no doubt.

Hour 3 Her Enchanted Place

Prompt 3 – Use the Image above

 

Hour 3

 

Her Enchanted Place

 

She stood on the rocks below the wind-scraped, two-story house where her grandparents had lived and where she had played beneath the bridge every summer from when she was eight or nine.  Less brush then. Rocks, big and flat, for mud pie tea parties with Sandy, her favorite doll, and Squeal, her dog. Tommy, from the next house over, had come over every day that last summer she was there and played ball with her most days or they went bike riding or fishing with Grandpa and ate sandwiches and cookies Grandma made. They didn’t know it was the last summer life was normal. The house had stood empty since she was sixteen, abandoned, to the seasons after the last renters had vacated. It was time now to sell the land. It would be cleared and divided, plots sold. She looked around her at this place, the bridge, the house on the hill and the rocks. She walked up the hill met the realtor and told her decision about her enchanted place and this plot.

Care

Hospital at night
Nurse enters to change the bed
She laughs at a joke