The Poetry Marathon

Once Upon A Knock

Once upon a knock
that came to my
door
One that I answered
before I could
implore
Who stood there
in cloak with
dagger
But the one that
we all dread that
backstabber
He promised me
life, long with
hope
But he came
tonight saying
nope
I tried shutting
the heavy front
door
But my strength
he did totally
ignore
I tried to sob
to beg and
plead
He spoke and said
this is what you and I
agreed
I shouted no
I do not
remember
His face grew
grim and long
slender
Hands began to
reach for me
then
I ran away
and prayed deep
amen
I was given a
new chance to
live
I don’t know why
I had nothing left to
give
He shut the door
with one last
glance
I knew not to
waste this
chance

Song of purple summer

A summer of purple:
deep, royal, divine.
A summer of seers and truths,
purple kaleidoscope. Seekers
and oracles, purpled cicadas.
Must the sleeper awaken
from purple marten dreams?
Give me a passionflower to drink.
Fetch a purple honeysuckle.
Wring out every lavender drop, brew
a purple tea. Whisper purpled secrets,
August has not yet come for me.
Purple sun lighting up the purple sky—
Papal purple, holy, holy, holy.
And hold. Purple fisted.

SUBMERGE

The heat

A weight

Pressing

Down

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Condensation 

Liquid gathering

Sliding

Down

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.

A single long droplet 

The viscosity of honey

Descending leisurely

Down

.

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.

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If I were a water bear

I would dive into that pool

Submerging 

Down

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.

.

Using that tiny portal

To a vast ocean of cool

Spiraling

Down

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Diamante Hour 13 Poem 13

Love,

Chicken, basketball,

Eating, crunching, playing,

Adore, passionate, delicious, delectable,

Deceiving, lying, confusing,

Liars, disorganization

Hate.

Secrets in the Woods (Hour 12) Nonet

There are secrets in the trees only 
told through the rain. Stories in the 
leaf wet with fallen water.
The mind is its own vice, 
shelter, asylum,
to burrow, and 
listen to 
the storm’s
end.

#12 Nonet

Bedtime is near but I’m still writing

I can’t stop my mind at twelve prompts

It continues to think of

more words to write & rhyme.

Words can flow freely

now it’s time

to say

bye.

This, too, shall pass

And pass and pass and pass.
Gone. One Art. All lost.

Momentous, flown.
Trivial, slipped.
Life changing, evaporated.
Precious few are able to evaporate.

Apartments and loves and
first dates. Passed.
Rainy walks and childhood
friendships and a Mickey Mouse
rhinestone hair clip. Passed.
Figure drawing. Linear Algebra.
Modern Shakespeare.
Passed passed passed.

What is left when all has passed?
More passing. Only this.
Which, too, shall pass.

Word Temptress~ For Annie and Danielle-

Word temptress
Intrigue me
With form and flow

Word Temptress
Engulf me
In rhythmic measure

Word Temptress
Consume me
Cries the Poetess

Nonet of June

You race through the last month of High School,

Packed with banquets, proms, and exams,

Future in sight; Hope in hand,

On the cusp of great things.

Breathe in the moment

Before it is gone.

One. Last. Time…

 

On your mark.

Get set.

Go!

 

Stop!

I blinked.

You were three.

 

And now eighteen!

I can hardly breathe–

Where is my little girl?

Future of hope and promise,

Walking tall in your cap and gown.

So proud of the woman you’ve become!

Fog

Let’s you and I
take the golden gate,
my love.

Let’s leave our breath
like wisdom
on morning’s window.