Water

For The Sunday Muse prompt #118:

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In the chaos of
water meeting water and
breaking free, each splash

a hop of joy freed
to twirl and twist and kick and
be, a body bent

fluidly flowing
like a shout of delirious
joy, life echoes.

Disappearing


For The Sunday Muse Prompt #116. Image “Seeing Black & White” photography by  Susie Clevenger

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Yesterday’s ghouls
are slowly disappearing,
fading like the night light
once bright but now dappled,
wisps of grey carried away
in our slipstream,
lingering like the dust
a knight’s steed leaves
in the frenzy of flight.

But the promise is a mirage,
objects in a mirror
are closer than they appear
and though we run
as though the wind bears us,
yesterday’s shadow lurks
in the space between
the things we leave
and the things that
disappear

NaPoWriMo 2020 – Day 29:

Off prompt today:

***
After the rising
and the falling
of the things
that surround,
after the letting
off of blood
for forgiveness,
after the release of
the pressure building up,
Breathe

NaPoWriMo 2020 Day 28: Bedroom

Today’s prompt asks us to describe a bedroom from our past, inspired by Martha Dickinson Bianchi’s description of her aunt’s (Emily Dickinson) cozy room. My room in the house on 39th street came to mind.
***
Long days
longer nights
rubber balls
bounced off walls
till smudged,
comics snuck
under the covers,
childhood fantasies
of meeting George
and the other four
of being Super Man
and Captain America.
Behind all the smell
of things lived in.
These are the things
we can never forget.

NaPoWriMo 2020 – Day 26: Questions

For Day 26, on which the prompt is to write a poem based on your answers to an ‘almanac questionnaire’.
***
I reach out to the sun
to quell this longing to be free
to feel its warmth on my face
like the trees do, stark against
the blue skies. The same way the
grape hyacinths, teased out
by the sense of spring
grow out, adding colour
to the gaudy box I now call home.
The childhood dream was to run free
to revel in the clouds of
red earth my feet stirred,
but fear has me penned in.
Hope lingers here.
and freedom too.

NaPoWriMo 2020 Day 25: Worn

Off prompt today:
***
Each night
when the day
begins to fade
into the next
I find myself
slipping into the
haziness of sleep.
But the remains
to the day fester,
rising up from
the innards of my mind
into the reality
of dreams.I reach
for rest but find
I am worn.

NaPoWriMo Day 2020 – Day 23: Why

For Day 23 of NaPoWriMo 2020, the challenge is to write a poem about a particular letter of the alphabet, or perhaps, the letters that form a short word. Y(Why) comes to mind.
***
He rests
in the shadows
of the night
his hands
like a “Y”, raised
in the exasperation
of not knowing.
Why?
Why does day
follow night?
Why is the quiet
of first light ripped
to shreds by the
blinding light
of the noon day sun?
Why does pain persist?
Is it the messenger
of healing or its foe
which we feel as
it is driven off?