the Impossibility of the Impossible
We Write Poems gave this as a prompt for this week:
I wish I could stand up,
reach out with my wand
and say proudly: “Expecto Patronum!”
I wish HE would appear
in the form of bright light
to guard off whatever I fear.
Well, I COULD do it.
But that’s all, I’m afraid
No one WILL ever appear
For no guardian angels abide
in my dark cave of despair.
A little bit late, yet here it is – a poem of Isolation, as prompted by Robert at Poetic Asides at the regular Wednesday prompt this week:
And, then, again,
In perfect isolation
I go from guessing to believing
That faking is not killing.
a “what really happened” poem
Away from me was
Your best act
For which I am forever
Thankful and so free.
an agreement poem
When I’m about to wake up, my fluffy kitten comes
Hops on my bed, turns on her purring;
Coils at my feet, then quickly moves,
And coils in opposite direction.
She comes before my waking
To secretly caress me,
For fear not to spoil me.
Beyond the roaring realms of sanity
A lesser god will rise to meet his fate
And trade conveniently with humanity
Most valued goods of flesh for pearls of faith.