Nonet–Hour 12
too early they begin this morning
machines pushing dirt back and forth
steel jangling hard next-door
a make-work project
mailbox laden
with dusted
raindrops
now
Climate (a Nonet)
Now I am friends with a hummingbird
who sits outside my room daily.
I bring feeders of nectar
but the heat is endless.
How can I help him?
Or is it me
who needs help
today,
now?
Catch-22
If you hate yourself
Give your love to someone else
Ignore the temple housing your soul
And trade for something shallow.
A pocketful of coins
Won’t buy a whole lot these days
But put them in a wishing well
And wish for the rest of your days.
Sharing your emotions
Might leave you feeling free
But if you’re not too careful
Those secrets are all they’ll see
It all winds around about your soul
A marionette with strings they hold
So what do you do if you don’t think through
And learn to respect, love, and cherish yourself.
Hour Twelve
Blue
In white veined petals,
I see the sea,
Veins becoming foam
As tides rush in and out,
Captured in a snapshot of fragile flower,
As short-lived as the sea is enduring.
Blue fills my vision, my memories
Of standing on piers, watching waves,
Captivated by this dangerous beauty,
Taste of salt on my lips and breeze in my hair,
Hands grasping the thin, steel railing
That is all that prevents us from joining
The waters below,
To be swallowed whole,
And be surrounded by blue.
Nonet Poem/Hour 12
My brain creaks like an old rusted wheel
On a red Radio flyer
Spewing out nonsensical
Poetry, my muse left
Over an hour
Ago, thrashing,
Fighting for
One more
Poem
Hour Twelve, Nonet Prompt
Memento Mori
My crush gifted me a book on trees
and I placed within it a four
leaf clover, another gift
a different day, treasured
talisman, there still
all this time, flat
memento
to love
lost.
Saviour #thepoetrymarathon #prompthourtwelve
the day that the white-coats came for me
the darkness was overwhelming
my isolation complete
you added your music
to placate the storm
darkly brewing
your words blew
away
clouds.
Hour 12_Nonet
The journey there, with cause and reason
Days of glad toil together
Nights with gunfire so near
Our laughter defiant
Our love, quiet joy
It couldn’t last
Didn’t last
Gone now
gone …
Hour 12 – Here Now
Dissociation ripped me away
From myself, denied me my mind
Left a body lagged behind
I only just got back
From brain vacation
I heard you cry
If you want
I am
Here
birthday fib [prompt hour 10]
hey
so yeah
my birthday
in winter kinda
technically late autumn
and for a long time I really dreaded the day
aging wasn’t so bad, but the performative bullshit was far too heavy