12 nonet
I wish my heart an iron vestment
To keep out the arrows of words
So touches on my skin, breast
Go only surface deep.
I wish to deep dive.
Into my well.
Free of fear.
Alone.
One.
Ode to My Lululemons
Ode to My Lululemons
You reek of performance
86 percent nylon, 14 percent lycra.
My $98 transports me
to an athleisure world
of no judgment.
Your preshrunk stretch forms to my legs
more flattering than comfy blue jeans.
You never bag, your fabric
wicks away moisture.
You transform my midlife
aches & pains, wrinkles & veins
to chic strength, execution.
I long for your socially acceptable
second skin to lift me, trick me
into my best self.
I hear “Pick me!” from my drawer,
for you are sure, no-fail wear
for grayest, sunniest of days.
Lulus sing of freedom
early peoples knew well
wearing nothing but loincloth.
I’m pretty sure experts
are busy designing elder-leisure
Lulus for octogenarians.
Sign me up.
June 26, 2021
A No-Nonsense Nonet Hour 12
Never say never I always say.
Nothing about 2020
One was ok. The year was
Rough and extremely rude.
Lost family too
on both sides
sad but true
who knew
why?
Safe Harbor
Envelope me with
a righteous wisdom and
sustain my faith
in the face of wandering
roads and weary travelers.
Guide me to a place of
rest & peaceful certainty.
Prompt 12 – Insanity
Our rage cramps the entire room
Tightening the air like cry’s
Loud and uncomfortable
Our ego’s vast
how do we stop?
it’s madness
at it’s
Finest.
Continuing On
I’ve always been bad at the ending.
It just doesn’t seem to appear.
I run around in circles,
desperate to find calm.
I will carry on.
Today is done.
Tomorrow
will come.
Hope.
(Poem 12 of Half Marathon – WOOT WOOT!!)
Hour 10: Reflections and Truth
Reflections always frighten me
Silly, I know
They say the mirror never lies
So maybe it’s the truth I fear
Truth- a powerful word
A subjective word
Everyone has their own version
He said- she said
It all becomes a matter of believability
Wouldn’t it be so much easier to just hold up a mirror?
Like Dorian’s portrait, every hideous detail could be put on display
No questions, no doubt, no misinterpretation
No twisted words and innuendos
All intentions clear, all truths revealed
Maybe that’s what frightens me
My truth lain bare for all to see
Every sharp, ugly, grotesque imperfection marked on this body and soul
Maybe I’m not scared of reflections after all….
[Hour Twelve]Sacred Things
Acrid tang in the back of the throat,
Stinging, shallow breaths as I gasp.
There’s no air. I feel the heat suffocate
and begin to bite as I fall, stumble,
and it begins to roar a floor below.
Sacred things, family relics, going up,
burning away to nothing, and the bitterness
in my chest isn’t the smoke, but the years
lost, and the fire isn’t warm, a gentle pet
but a hungry, possessive thing that rips,
tears, and swallows your life whole.
Before you can breathe, before you can blink.
PERIWINKLE
The periwinkle blooms in its lilac beauty
And spreads its leaves as if in prayer
And the cloud mirrors its pose
The needle-like beat from heart to heart
Creates ripples like a piece of art