Image Prompt Poem
blue petals
folded & pressed
flattened white veined
solar systems all your own
in the center
busha’s face
laughing at
my vision
Soul-Mates – hour 9
For hundreds of years
One life to the next
Our souls came together
In life, until death
When our eyes first met
Those memories returned
The lives that we’d lived
The times that we burned
The vows that we made
Lifetimes ago
That, where one went,
The other would go
All of this knowledge
We knew at first glance
Our souls came together
And started to dance
I knew early on
This life was our last
The Fates were done weaving
The die had been cast
The moment he died
My soul ripped in two
No one had to tell me
Because I already knew
So when you ask the Universe
To bring your soul-mate
Beware what you ask for
You don’t want my fate.
~Mandy Kocsis©2021~
ABUNDANCE
I am made of Enthusiasm
Incandescence in Girl Form
It radiates through my marrow
Suffusing the structure of me
And billowing beyond
The confines of my cerebral self
To give voice
To each play on words
And deep delve into the absurd
Out
Out into the world
That I might delight it
As it delights me
Such aPUNdance
Poems at pride
When I dance
I express myself.
When I’m depressed
I detest myself.
When I’m drunk
When I’m stoned
When I’m living
When I’m boned
When I’m stroking
A mans mustache
When I’m eating
Alone
When I’m biking
Or hiking
Or tryna get
Toned.
When I’m slapping
My belly
or firing off loads…
I’m living.
11 hour Poem 11 Dream
I’ve never said this before,
To you at least,
So, be careful how you respond,
As you recall, my feelings,
You have always tried to appease,
There’s no mystery in how I feel,
The slightest hints of flirts,
Pulsating chest, nerves revealed,
Truth hidden beneath barriers still being broken,
However, I’ve found there is comfort here,
So, I remain…
Sheltered with doubt, hope, suspicions,
Here it is; for you, there is affection,
A warmth feeling, hot chocolate couldn’t provide,
Distance and time has gone by,
Yet these feelings has yet to subside,
On the contrary, they’ve grown stronger,
With every sun that sets and rises,
The calendar pages turn,
Alexa, has turned off the light once more,
Night has fallen,
Sun has rose, eyes awaken to a new day,
He’s gone, he was never here,
It was just a dream.
Aquifer Song
Aquifer Song
pressure over time, I form
porous, deep within earth’s womb
my gravel vessels cradle
a million year snowmelt
I swallow raindrops
descending beads seep soil
form my pools in earth’s underbelly
I quench longing of the ages
my infinite elixir
cleanse you, slake your thirsty lands
but verdant promises shrivel
my tears do not replete your baked soil
you long for water
without grace of conversion
innovate now, build canals
deliver drink –– for crops, mouths
an atmospheric river empties.
rivulets grow gullies, cutting muddy ravines
water sanctifies, disguises drought –– for now
over time, heat prevails
arid, your plants & trees wither
you pray for snowpack a fluid phoenix
it refuses you
drill then, puncture my veins
suction lifeblood –– whose?
unstable terrain, earth crumbles, I collapse
empty, we ache for replenishment
June 26, 2021
12 The Little Green Store
Traveling to the little green store
Our two-wheelers with hand-bar tassels
Several coins eager and safe in pockets
Dropping bikes near the entrance
There is little worry of thievery
Our mission in sight we charge inside
The cooler holds my bottle of Yoo-Hoo
Near the counter sits the neatly arranged
Shiny round plastic bags of Ring Dings
To the bell of the cash register
We bolt out of the little green store
Past our resting transportation
Rushing behind the small wood building
Sitting with feet tapping the small brook
We tear in to our treasured treats
Tossing wrappers in the metal can
We’re off crossing the busy road
Heading home satisfied with the world
Living life to it’s fullest 10
Life the unsung song
Life the uncertain future
Life the unforgettable force
Life the natural way
Life the mysterious man
Life drifts pass us
Life the great way forward
Copyright © 2021 Roxann Lawrence (Poetessrock)
Prompt Eleven (managed to use 6 words of 10)
For How Long?
Pricked by the needle of a pandemic,
society sequestered – periwinkle
skies above each skyscraper, like
salient exclamation marks, signalling
just how much our air needed purifying
Fewer cars, to none, meant the earth
could inhale, could beat her heart loudly –
could watch the cloud of consumption
dissipate, if only for a moment
To spread her mountain wings in their full
glory, and holler to the seas and back again:
“I am here!”
But how long will we listen?
How long will we see?
How long will we care?
(Cristy Watson, 2021)
no rhyme or reason [prompt hour 9]
(after George Condo’s “The Age of Reason”)
fragments of architecture
a person.
fragments of people
a building.
macabre tinny music blares
from big top tent pools
pendulums of trapeze artists
in a vermillion tinged sky.
disassembled
distorted
torturing and tortured
soup of eyes, breasts, clenched hands and smiles.
frenzied chaos.
fragments of color
the age of reason.
fragments of reason
a work of art.