Whew! I kept up better this week, but I’m not sure the poems are any better (and some of the daily prompts were…difficult, as you might be able to tell from a few of the poems).
One more week to go – and next week’s post will be up sometime Sunday, as that’s the last day of the challenge (that way I can post the full week’s poems together).
Saturday, 4/15: Rejuvenation
There in the wasteland I heard the voices.
They called to me with whispered fervor
I could not ignore.
There flows a river in the cave, they murmured.
Immerse yourself in the dark damp womb.
Listen to the silence.
I found the maw and entered the gloom,
let the rushing black water infuse my soul.
Waited in meditation.
Anguish and anxiety considered a toll,
freely sacrificed to quiet the river roar.
Flood of emotion.
Silence at last reveals a musty, moist core
full of secrets stale as the dank, slimy ground.
A heart wide open.
Let everything out while there’s no one around,
examine, release, tidy up, empty out.
Listen to the voices.
Spirit renewed, it’s the end of a drought,
Rise and leave the dark damp behind.
Find light and laughter.
Sunday, 4/16: Piloting
Nothing above me and nothing below,
the wind is my playground
the sky is my home.
Swooping and swaying on currents unseen,
I catch a big air-wave
surf my mighty machine.
Roll left, then right, then into a dive,
my stomach jumps lightly
reminds me I’m alive.
Someday I’ll go higher, straight into the stars,
and perhaps even Mars.
Monday, 4/17: If Only…
If only I could capture in words what I feel
and spin them into wonderous stories
when I sit down in the deep dark of night.
If only the thoughts that swirl and bounce
could be expressed in words and freely shared
when I need to be there for a friend.
If only all the sage wisdom of our ancenstors
could be collected in a bottle and used as vaccine
when idiocy touches people in the head.
If only there were a way to take a trip and
experience all the many lives we might have lived
when we made one choice over another, over another.
If only sleep was quick and deep and restful,
uninterrupted by demons or nightmares or cold feet
when my head finally settles heavy on the pillow.
Tuesday, 4/18: Shower Spectre
The shower is warm,
the curtain is tight,
a cool draft ‘crossed my body
brings no real delight.
A noiseless whisper
of soul brushing skin,
I shiver when touch comes,
spin ‘round again.
Who are you, I murmur,
and what do you want?
my shower is really
no place for a haunt.
No answer is given,
nor will ever be.
I suspect that my spectre
is only just me.
Wednesday, 4/19: The Perfect Cup
Open the bag,
inhale the fragrant leaves
deep and earthy, like fresh loam.
Fill the kettle,
with cold, fresh tap water,
wait for the heat and steam.
A china cup,
a pretty saucer, perhaps.
Or a thick mug, if you please.
The leaves dance,
plump up, unfurl and release,
steeping gentle in stainless steel mesh.
Savor the taste,
a robust feel on the tongue,
the rich, heady flavor of nature.
Thursday, 4/20: Mirror Dear
Who’s the fairest,
I think the answer’s
all too clear.
Colored gray hair and
problem skin aside,
we both know who’s
witty and funny and wise.
Long shapely nails,
colored bright hues,
pale blue-gray eyes
and all sorts of tattoos.
imperfections you know
but do we really need to mention those?
A thoughtful mind,
a logical brain,
boring to some,
but intelligence won’t wane.
No need to respond
I think the answer’s
all too clear.
Friday, 4/21: Connections
There’s a moment in time,
one not often felt,
when you feel a soft rhyme,
that connects with someone else.
A look, a touch, a vibration of air,
a warmth that won’t ever let go,
that incredible knowledge you’re part of a pair,
and only the two of you know.
No matter the troubles,
or how far you may roam,
the safe, cozy bubble
of shared affection is always home.
Thanks for reading…feel free to share your own poems below. And stop back next Sunday for the last week’s worth of poetry!