Exit Strategy

i hope i leave this world
pretty

and not in the sense
that i’ve treated it well
(although i did)
with my presence

and not that i vainly want
to be good looking when i do

i mean

i don’t want to be jaded
not ruined by it
and not consumed wholly by the living of it

you know
exit classy, sassy and a little bad-assy
leave with a smile on my face
because i enjoyed the ride tremendously

Gastronomy

when sweet, bitter, sour, salty, savory and meaty mingle
hearty rivers of saliva flow
mouths expectedly inhale each flavor
raucous stomachs delight in being fed
as every standout bite is relished
taste buds are gleefully entertained
by this colorful and appetizing feast

when it all comes together just right
we are satiated

Inspired by Eugi’s Causerie Weekly Prompt – Mingle

Targets

go for it
follow your instincts
put your pedal to the metal
full steam ahead

no one tells you as you do
that struggling is a part of the journey
it’s hard work
chasing your dreams

i hope you remember
to be playful and filled with joy
as you hit all those milestones
the markers of your success

Burgundy Moon

with lightly treading steps
inhaling deep the richness before me
the breath of the trees
fill my lungs with purity

the tinged mist all around
and the reddish-pinkish orb barely there
brown thin tendrils reach to the sky
as if clamoring to hug it

the magic of this night draws me in
the whispers of the woods fill my head
as if begging for a dance under the burgundy moon
mystery and enchantments guide me further in

Beyond Your Wildest Dreams

may contentment be ever present
in the lows and the highs
as your actions balance your future

may this path chosen
further your greatness
define your course and your truths

and ever keep you in the direction
most suited for what you desire
may you achieve success and satisfaction

fulfill your dreams – be whole and happy

Shontay Luna

Surprised Septolet

I
stomped inside
too loud, too quick.

She screamed,
startled
out of her slumber.

Doors Diamante 

The Doors
wild, dark
refreshing, probing, satisfying.
Unique, theatrical (respect, reverence)
glorifying, worshiping, adoring
illustrious, eminent,
legends.

In sleep

In sleep’s dimmest
darkness,
it is there.
The figure stands in
the open closet,
not moving.
And she barely
sees shadow
and still silhouette
in her room.
Until she realizes
it’s only
the mischievous
night.

Faces 

Faces in the folds
of a curtain in
the afternoon sun.
In fleeting shadows
behind vibrant
light bulbs.
In vision specks
after sudden sneezing,
in opening of the eyes during
night’s reign.
And,
in my heavily medicated
presence,
the faces are
everywhere.

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Sweet,
the sweetest sound
ever made.
The whisper from 
your lips,
calling my name.
Never in the world,
has there ever been,
a sound so 
sweet.

~~~

Shontay Luna is a lifelong Chicagoan who studied Poetry at Columbia College before finishing her studies elsewhere. She’s most recently published in Anti-Heroine Chic, Rigorous and The Daily Drunk. Her books include Reflections of a Project Girl and Recollections & Dreams.

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Wordle #461

My sister and I grew up on all things camp – TV, film and even some music. We watched the funniest shows like Gilligan’s Island and Batman. It was hilarious getting animated, emulating an exaggerated karate chop through an imaginary smoke trail or holding Vick’s up to our eyes, so the vapor made us cry fake tears. 

I am yearning for carefree, childhood trips with the family, watching monarch butterflies flitter around on the mountain hills. The current plot twist in our lives makes me ache for pure, unadulterated silly joy. Thanks, Covid-19.

It’s time for some birdsong and chill.