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

 

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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.

 

 

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.

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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.

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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

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

I Beg to Differ – Poetry Prompt 45

I’ve often heard

Said so much

That it’s not the ending

But the journey loved so much.

 

I’d like to disagree

A little bit

Because to me

It also matters in the end

Where you would like to see.

 

The journey is important

I won’t forget that,

But where you want

To end up

Is also as important

As that.

 

The climbing up the mountain

Matters in great import

If where you want

To end up

Is up upon the peak.

 

So remember while you’re climbing

That the journey there is good,

Keep in mind also

That where you end up is too.

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Written for one of Pooky’s Poetry Prompts: http://pookypoetry.wordpress.com/2014/06/14/poetry-prompt-45-climbing/

And because I’ve heard that the journey is the most important part. While it is important what you use as a means to an end, the end you’re moving towards is just as important.

Stay Calm…You’re Only Burning – Poetry Prompt #12

My but how it all changes in an instant.

Onward and upward, I cry!

My wingbeats are frantic as I know I’m running out of time.

Even as I pull ahead of the oncoming borde, their fire projectiles strike.

Never will I forget the smell of burnt feathers and the pain in non-existant limbs.

The sweat had plastered my hair to my face as I thump painfully onto the floor.

I don’t know why they thought I was a demon…

“What if we had ideas that could think for themselves? What if one day our dreams no longer needed us? When these things occur and are held to be true, the time will be upon us. The Time of Angels.”

-from Doctor Who

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Written based off of a snippet of an old dream I had often back in middle and high school. Sometimes I can still feel the pain of arrows piercing limbs that I don’t even have…

Also written for this week’s WeDrink Poetry Prompt: http://wedrinkbecausewerepoets.com/2014/06/02/poetry-prompt-12-moments/

On the Horizon – Poetry Prompt 25

Sounds are still,

There’s no one around,

Or mayhap they’re tired of the bill?

Reaching out with soundless arms,

My eyes watch as the clouds approach.

It was almost too quiet, but real life didn’t come with background music.

I wonder often how it will all turn out.

So I must continue on without a doubt.

When you make a decision, for better or worse, it was still yours to make.

Can I withstand what will come about?

Oh, I shan’t sit with a moment of doubt!

My faith is given and trust as well,

I know that for some this is a farewell.

No, I must face this head on, and know that

Going through with my life while still at bat.

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Written partially for how my life seems to be going at the moment and partially for Pooky’s prompt: http://pookypoetry.wordpress.com/2014/05/25/poetry-prompt-25-extended-metaphor/