The expectations of life at 20 versus 56 are laughably incongruent I’m the same person speaking in the same tone of voice in my head But the definition of what it means to be happy doesn’t match up the 20s me looked for the all-American…
Tag: Hour 14
Poetry Marathon Hour 14:
Poem 14: Imagine someone has sent you a text message at one am saying “do you ever think of me?” how do you respond < From I am Incomplete without you prompt journal “Do you ever think of me?” comes across my far too…
Hour 14: Sonnet – Children
Sonnet – Children I can’t, bring myself to write about them; children I wanted, but will never have. Ignore that I will never hear them laugh, on them I gave up, I do not know when. Perhaps, because I only have friends kept…
Hour 14 – Imaginary Children
I remember Blossom who kept me company when Dad was angry she sang “Row, Row, Row Your Boat” lazily and merrily and tried not to be scared, so I could be brave I remember taking Blossom with me to kindergarten that first day when I…
10:00 PM – Idiots (Hour 14)
Idiots (10:00 PM – Hour 14) ~ D², @d2poetry Asking me Incessantly Last-minute Bullshit Eleventh-hour requests, After I was available the first 10 Inconsiderate Contact Late at night or The wee hours of the morning Folks be tethered to Lack of planning Cause I…
9:00 PM – I Sit (Hour 13)
I sit (9:00 PM – Hour 13) ~ D², @d2poetry Aching for a moment Biding my time Checking off the boxes Building the momentum Clearing the tide I sit Waiting until the epiphanies arrive ~ D², 06.26.21, 9:20 PM Copyright D Squared Poetry,…
This Prineville Wind!
Oh Mother Earth, what’s with this wind? It’s summer now, and time to send the twilight heat, not rain and hail! I had to turn the heater on and with a blanket keep my tootsies warm! The winter snow to no avail Is months away!…
Sonnet – Plants Care
Prompt 14, Hour 14 In her wonderful book Braiding Sweetgrass, Robin Wall Kimmerer writes — ‘In some Native languages the term for plants translates to “those who take care of us.’ Use any part of this quote (with credit), or the ideas it contains as…
Plant kingdom
It started with a fire Blazing hot brutal devastating howling winds with forked tongues licked flames kicking them higher melting metal shattering glass obliterating concrete human screams lost in raging infernos crawling across the planet all was charred all was scarred a wasteland Time passed…
Dying in Hollywood
A new Hollywood apartment. My parents came to visit one January. My father discovered plants dying on my back patio. He was disgusted with me. “They are not mine!” I affirmed. “They are now!” he said, furiously watering them. I reflect on those plants from…