Summer Secluded
(in 6 parts)
Adirondack calls
from shadowed, secluded lawn —
rest ‘neath pine bows scent.
‘long tilted, grey fence,
irises decadence missed —
in ground cover meshed.
Wind teases my gray locks,
caresses hydrageanas heads’
slow lift, spying sun.
After night gushed, gleam
radiates our scene glowing,
as my soft skin soothes.
Clung socks peel, cast off.
Sheltered by crotchety crabs,
a thick tuft stiff-toed.
Blossoms one by one
descended as snow to green,
white melt thaws below.
7.18.22
Inspired/informed by: "
Hung To Dry/Yet Another Impulse"
Until 2 A.M. (Silly Bunny)
Washed clean, hair combed straight right,
in my flannel you whispered stories
and verses like dreams for an addled head.
Mama’s funny bunny, a stupid kid.
You could sing visual drama with moral
to eagerly devour every night,
and before two a.m., like thunder
your name echoed from a dark fright.
Hushed, sweat hair smooth stroked,
my tender back fed repeated caress,
you uttered, assuring
it’s alright.
Little brother slept through fitful stress.
In my multi-colored paisley untucked
over multi-striped, shrinking pants, they mocked
a greasy kid, not near his Saturday bath —
learned new nicknames for being different.
It’s alright, understood they were ‘jealous’
of what I could not comprehend, developing
a stutter, monotone voice, a scared kid
learned not to be discovered where I hid.
Alone in my room, strapped by short cord,
music fed my addled head, singing too loud
until two in the morning, when insomnia
yielded to tender rhythms, heart fed.
Your silly bunny, ‘different,’ ached friendless,
as limbs grew and grew, when a duckling
suddenly smooth sailed glass, a swan!
Preening, feathered, strutted in new threads.
I walked out into a world, dream-head.
I drew gazes, caresses and more before
one by one each dream walked out the door.
What an odd, funny bunny I had been.
Nights lying awake on a single mattresses,
tears filled my eyes without you to call.
With one hand, stroked my lower back,
uttered your comforting phrases until 2 a.m.
The stories and verses returned beautifully.
Nights were filled with romance of new tales.
I wrote each dream down until 2 a.m. before
insomnia drifted away on clouds never seen again.
Thank you mom for reading to me, coddling
a boy too different to fit in. It took awhile
for your atypical, silly bunny to find her,
and for the rest of nights, a permanent friend.
7.11.22
44 lines of unstructured rhyming, called free verse
Prompt: "
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Let’s just go with it, be sentimental.
She informed my romance with words.
I really did recreate her soothing touch and comforting words,
curing loneliness and those bad dreams.
I fell in love with insomnia, writing through the nights.
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Promptly Poetry Challenge (2024-2025)"