Sisters’ Thoughts – Poetry Prompt #20

Star
Remember
Me
Please
Remember
Me
 
Sister
I
Remember
You
Remember
Us
 
Comet
Forget
Me
Please
Forget
Your
Hurts
 
Sister
I
Forget
My
Pain
Forget
Your
Fear
 

Inspired by this week’s Poetry Prompt from WeDrink. This universe likes to give me material to write with, whether it be poetry or prose.

 
 
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Ocean Dream – Poetry Prompt #17

I look out the window
And what do I see?
Blue waves breaking on the shore to see.
Summer has brought me such a nice surprise,
Seashell collecting under the skies.
 
I can take an arm full and make something neat,
Castles decorated and jewelry to last a week.
 
It wasn’t very so,
But it seemed to me,
Sunset in the ocean as far as I can see.

This is done to the tune of “Popcorn Popping” which is a Primary song from the Children’s Primary Songbook. The place that I would like to see is the ocean, in response to this week’s Poetry Prompt from WeDrink.

I have been to the West Coast and East Coast of the Continental U.S. but I have never seen an ocean.

Patience Thy Name Is Iris – Poetry Prompt 63

Waiting
Here
For
You.
 
I’ll
Catch
You
Yet.
 
Hide
In
The
Grate
Moth.
 
I
Can
Wait
All
Day
Too.

Written for Pooky’s Poetry Prompt for today: http://pookypoetry.wordpress.com/2014/07/02/poetry-prompt-63-one-word-per-line/

Also, inspired by my sister’s cat Iris, who is stalking a moth through the living room right now.

Guard Spires – Poetry Prompt #15

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image: “Starry Night” by Vincent Van Gogh
 Time stands suspended,
Lights slow in movement, I see
Happiness is more.
 
Below the moon rests
People after day of work.
Dreams are so fluid.
 
Color glint spires
Twist up into the night sky
And guard the dreamers.

Written for the WeDrink Poetry Prompt this week: http://wedrinkbecausewerepoets.com/2014/06/23/poetry-prompt-15-artistry/

I love stars and anything to do with the sky…

Fallible Laughter – Poetry Prompt 52

Don’t laugh at me.
Don’t call me names.
Don’t get your pleasure from my pain.
In God’s eyes we’re all the same.
Don’t laugh at me.
-Mark Wills, singer
What is life like in the end?
But when is the end?
 
You are living as well as can be,
Does it matter that you’re clothes are grey?
Once they held color
A spark of life indeed!
Now they are soft 
And mostly colorless,
But comfy nonetheless.
 
You are just a child,
One of many
And yet there’s always enough.
People watch you play,
You’re never lonely.
So why do their noses tip up?
Maybe they ran into a door?
 
You watch as people come and go,
Why are so many things leaving?
Where has everyone gone?
Why are their so many boxes around?
Can we not let daddy in?
Why must we keep the door locked.
Why, mommy, do you cry so much?
 
Why do the neighbors look down upon us?
Is it because we cannot keep the grass alive?
We’ve tried just about everything!
The trees survive…mostly…
The bushes survive
In fact they thrive!
Fruit they over abundantly share.
 
We’re leaving! We’re leaving!
The Spirit can speak to many
In revelations very personal to any.
Yet why is it that He cannot speak to us?
To move our family as He has so many others.
Why can He speak to you, but not to me?
He is no respecter of persons.
 
So we must work as hard as can be,
We cannot stop moving for even a moment.
Once we stop, we will not start.
Why is it that our labors are never enough?
People tell us that we will never float,
That soon we shall sink.
Why drag us further when it is all to tread water?
 
Times are rough,
They always seem to be.
Yet I shall keep on going
And never despair to be
For I am more than just this moment.
I am before and tomorrow as well
Because it is for myself I live.
 
Other people’s opinions and choices are theirs.
I can only answer for my own.

Written for one of Pooky’s Poetry Prompts: http://pookypoetry.wordpress.com/2014/06/21/poetry-prompt-52-stigma/

Also because this is something that I have lived with, seen and tried really hard to not be a part of (on either side of the fence). I am not perfect. I do not claim to be, but sometimes…

Sometimes I’m human and stupid and fallible. And sometimes I need a swift kick in the head.

Black and White – Poetry Prompt 37

Fortune favors the bold, it is said,
And I have been called bold in my youth.
Varying what shade I enjoy
Or mayhaps what hue would go best.
Rarely have I stuck with just one because
I find that they are all too glorious.
Though should I be hard pressed
Eventually both black and white are the best.
All shades and hues combined would black and white be, either in colors or light. So both for all are just right.

Written for this Pooky Poetry Prompt: http://pookypoetry.wordpress.com/2014/06/06/poetry-prompt-37-favourite-colour/

Dear Sister Mine – Poetry Prompt #14

Dear Sister mine,
I wonder how you are.
It’s been so long
Since I’ve seen you,
I’ve forgotten who you are.
 
Dear Sister mine,
I often find
I don’t know where I am.
I’m lost at home
And wonder where’s the jam?
 
Dear Sister mine,
My thoughts are gone,
I never know what’s next.
With memories shifting place
Nothing remains the shape.
 
Dear Sister mine,
I miss you so,
When will you come by next?
The days are long
While you are gone
And I am here alone.
 
Dear Sister mine,
This letter is long,
I must end it now soon.
Without you here
I’ll disappear
And see you ne’er again.
 
Dear Sister mine,
This is the end,
I have no more to give.
I’ve lost all I had
Without you near.
Goodbye, my darling dear.

Written for this week’s WeDrink Poetry Prompt: http://wedrinkbecausewerepoets.com/2014/06/16/poetry-prompt-14-letter/

This is also a letter from Comet to her sister Star before Comet is sent away.