the sky is my canvas
i am the shooting star you see
i can taste your laughter through the salt inmy tears
but you are no Christopher Columbus
and have never sailed the seven seas
i am no star in the night sky
a simple mermaid struggling to be free
suffering from shark-bait syndrome
knowing the virus is coming for me
but that fish wont bite
with the pearly white teeth of time
or cause the moon to explode in the sky
lest Ariel swim against the tide
to gaze into her cracked crystal ball
declaring the sky empty of stars
as the moon laughs
and the last star sinks into the sea
This poem was written for day five of the NaPoWriMo poetry prompt: Twenty Little Poetry Projects, developed by Jim Zemmerman. Yes, I know I am behind and doing this out of order, but I'm doing it all the same. I will say, this is one of the craziest poetry prompts I've written from, but I had fun attempting to incorporate all twenty prompts! I hope you enjoy, and remember, as Oscar Wilde says,"Life is too important to be taken seriously."
i created the dragon tree
on a canvas in the garden of Eden
wrapped in vines with leaves shaped
like coins and decorated with
cones, nuts, and seeds
i am the creator of all you see
and all that remains a mystery
i am the artist, the mystic,
creator of the dragon tree
My poem was inspired by today's NaPoWriMo prompt: write a poem based on Bosch's, "The Garden of Earthly Delights" you can find a tour of this amazing workhere.
Are we safe,
hidden in the highlands,
hunkered down on the homestead;
are we far enough away? No one enters
the lands beyond our gate.
But the contagion needs no
invitation. The contagion
does not wait.
The highlands are infected.
The contagion rattles
at our gate.