The Poetry Marathon

Children of my mind

Children of my mind, you are no less
Than the children of my body.
You are the creations I’ve laboured over
By myself, needing no friend or lover
(Parthenogenesis).
Deep in my subconscious lay the seed
Of what you would one day be.
You have been moulded by the placenta of thought
Nourished by streams of considered thought
Coloured by my opinions, growing in me
Offshoot, too, of friends, of family.

Fully formed, you delight my eye,
I set you free, you let me fly.
I have been an empty nester for years
You keep me busy, bring me cheer.

Though we’re tethered together so tenuously
I know that you’ll always be there for me.
And i can grow still further, i find,
With you, the children of my mind!

Hour 12 (2021) CW: SENSUAL POETRY

Nonet

Tonight, I’m feeling so damn empty,
like nothing will feel good again
and I don’t know what to do
to satisfy this urge.
Only you can help.
So come over here,
have your way
inside of
me

Silence is Golden

Sure. I’ll be quiet

like distant thunder.

Not heard like the sirens.

Seen, like a Hollywood Goddess.

Silence is golden for the golden ones

who believe no others should speak.

Tasting rainbow

 

Tasting rainbow will be fun.

If the red was cherry,

Or maybe red berry.

If the red were fruits,

Then orange will be carrot,

Or maybe a pumpkin.

If orange were vegetable,

Then yellow will be ancy dry fruits,

Or maybe yellow dry apricot.

Or yellow were dry fruit,

Then green will be spinach,

Or maybe cabbage.

If green were green vegetables,

Then blue will be blueberry,

Or maybe blue Tomatoes.

If Blue were fruits,

Then indigo will be food colour,

Or maybe food powder.

If indigo were food colouring,

Then purple will be purple carrot,

Or maybe purple cauliflower.

But,none can be eaten…

Little Violet Grace

Her pigtails bounce
Side to side
Skipping brightly
In a lollipop swirl of colors
As her skirt
Bounces to meet her hair
The distance never quite reached.

She grabs her big sisters sleeve
Tugs a bit
Jumps up
Springing to be eye to eye.

Bella grabs her hand and leads her to the trampoline.
They jump
Each trying to stretch the extra inch.

They laugh.

Bella’s lace covered frock sticks to the lollipop color swirls.
They jump closer
Higher
Until they collapse
A smiling sister heap.

So it is in the cartoon Bella draws.

She has 5 brothers.
Not today.
Not this drawing.
Today it is her and her little sister Violet Grace.

Her and the little sister she will never have.

Little Angels (Hour 14)

Pleasant babbles float around;

cries of demand, not those of despair.

 

Toddling steps on soft mats;

those curious fingers, querying every item in sight.

 

Lovely eyes, seeking connections;

the pretty ears that hear more than we know.

 

Colourful display of apparels;

that bonding smell of babyness

 

All of you little angels I can see.

All your tiny sounds I can hear.

 

But I need you to go to the houses of my friends,

where they have none.

 

Go fill their calm.

Go create sweet disruptions in their homes.

 

 

 

Written from the text prompt of Hour 14.

 

 

Hour Nine – Definition Poem

The Dictionary.com word of the day for Saturday is paucity.

Paucity
When something is lacking or
needing more
when there is only a bit
of any particular thing
a deficit of dimes for the coin collector,
a scarcity of snakes for the snake lover,
a shortage of shoes for your tired feet
a dearth of earths for the whole wide world–
then we can say there is a paucity of that thing.

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Learn more about definito poems here by Heidi Mordhorst.

Hour 14

Ends

 

People will find god during loss

Grief will lead them to believing in something else

Anything to find meaning

Anything to make it less random less painful

But I didn’t

My first loss turned me away

Because if someone out there cares this much

Why take those from me that I love

 

When I lose people

I take comfort in space

I take comfort in having two states between us

In having distant relationships

I move forward in seeing the sun

In knowing that the world is still there

That when I am ready the world will welcome me back

Affairs of the Night

Affairs of the Night
Sultry night draped in a darkly sky
waits on while the sulking moon
mysteriously frowns still
behind the dubious clouds
Sultry night sighs deep
twinkling stars wink
sulking moon
frowns once
more

Hour 12

@varenyas

Longing

Hr. 2 Prompt 9
Picture Image: Andrew Liu

Distance surrounds her like water
Cold, unyielding-smothering
Where is she now
Longing for the warmth
The warmth she used to know

Winds blowing through and around her
Cold, unyielding-relentless
Where is she now
Longing for the understanding
The understanding she used to be given

Drowning, that’s where she is
Cold, unyielding-darkness
Longing for the place
The place that seems lost to her now