Hour 21: Sonnet – Ode to A Forgotten Self

Sonnet – Ode to A Forgotten Self   You there, yes you, did you think I forgot You are far more special to me than that I have tried to stop you from falling flat but in concern I found I over-shot.   Pulling you…

I Should Have Said Yes

(for hour 21—from the say “yes” prompt of hour 15)   I should have said yes   Anger I’d not seen that in my grandparents before Too young to understand toxins and kidney function It surprised me when Grandma snapped back at him Fussiness did…

Hour 21 – Ode to My Spice Cabinet

My spice cabinet, filled to the brim with sweet and savory magic, you are a wonder. The grinder and you have taught me to make my own masalas–chai, garam, Arab and Chinese five-spice. You open doors of the possible and make my cooking soar to…

5:00 AM – Pushing It (Hour 21) – DONE

Pushing it (5:00 AM – Hour 21) ~ D², @d2poetry   The child who teeters  to close to the edge   The assignment submitted with one second ahead   Your mother’s 911 message left on unread   The phone 2% from going dead   The…

to sleep on soft bed pillows surrounding my head drift off into sleep (Hour 21/Haiku)

I Want to Go Home

A home of my own. It’s time for me to finally settle down. A house, a kitchen… is that too much to ask? A place that’s mine that no one else has. Can it ever exist? Can it ever be so? A home that I…

Bed of Poppies

Mother Night and Father Darkness had a son Hypnos, the god of sleep I dreamt of him often living in the caves near river Lethe Squid Ink sensuous moves eyes black as pitch whispers like satin wings tenderly pouring his rich opium elixir down my…

5:00 am – Sleep – (Hour 21)

Head sinking in the pillow light jazz in the background room temperature about 68 degrees mattress with foam layers clean sateen high thread count sheets a body to warm my feet hours before I need to wake vibrant, pleasant, and energetic dreams a tall glass…

I Just Checked the News Today, Oh Boy!

Late nights, sweating on a dance floor, saxophone and electric guitar.    School children running a quarter of a mile for the momentum to fly into my arms.   Science experiments. Love letters from seven year-old students on the back of their homework. Dear Ms. Lusty…….

Marco (prompt 26, Hour 21)

My cat crept into my heart on little fog feet. I saw him born, but he knew long before I did that we were meant for each other. Why shouldn’t cats know in the way humans know a relationship is lasting? He did. He showed…