The Dragon in my Tree
There’s a dragon in my tree today
He’s watching me, through the window
I am a little worried –
The forecast is for rain.
Not good for dragons.
I might try to
Tempt him in
With some
grapes.
Now (Hour 12 Half Marathon 2021)
Now
(Hour 12 Half Marathon 2021)
What kind of world do we live in now?
All kinds of red lines in the sand.
Wind blows sand and line away.
What don’t they understand?
Our destiny
Lies beyond thought
Hand grips if
Not now
When
Amanda in Motion
(For hour 12—nonet prompt for Onweald)
Amanda in Motion
(by the character Nigel Taiman)
She is beauty and death together
with her weapon an extension
of each movement in battle.
Using her geasa’n skill,
Amanda’s steeped in
perfection, grace.
Reflecting
justice,
love.
Spaghetti (Hour 12)
Spaghetti reminds me of simple
times. It is love and fellowship,
conversations and laughter.
Sweet sauce contrasted with
savory meat makes my
mouth water. Feels
like home and
comfort
here.
The Cure
Walking a mile most days this plague year
past my workshop and out the gate
down to the mailbox cluster
and the butterbur patch
and up the steep hill
familiar yet
different
up I
go
blue hour
your departure
left an imprint
fragile slip of a dried flower
I keep revisiting
behind the glass of my memories
frozen in time
like your smile
blue like the submerged
ice on a glacier
goodbyes are always
deeper than they seem
layers of emotion
warped by expectation
frozen by fear and covered
by a sheen of desperation
I left and all my memories
were doused in the blue lighting
of our last hours together
a filter I would
never choose when
what we had was so warm
when what we had was
alive, vibrant, violet
like the sky above the mountains
before nightfall
like the sleeve of
your favorite hoodie
all my memories are blue, now.
turns out I learned to hate any shade of purple.
Hour 12 – Nonet (text prompt)
I should write a little, a nonet
With nine little syllables, oh yeah
But I keep thinking basket-
Ball, like hoops and dribble
Throw it high up and
Get three pointers
Slam a dunk
No net
Swoosh
Prompt 12
I will be discovered in hiding
opening my eyes to brightness
A distant stranger to me
lives within my soul parts
I have not seen her
Its been some time
since we have
been one
whole
Hour 12: Summertime Blaze
Drenched in the heat of the daytime sun
I find myself feeling drowsy
A stretch and yawn in my chair
With skin that’s red and warm
The heat lingers on
Even as I
Slink inside
to cool
me.
Hour 12.. sand
the captured sand dances from the shore
the wave takes it into the deep
it settles at the bottom
shifting with the currents
each grain alone, lost
making castles
missing light
homeless
small