70/100 days of summer Poetic Asides prompt- interview

An Interview with Daniel

This is Curi Ositiy with

Time Traveler News

here with Daniel

in Babylon, Sixth Century.
 

Daniel, how did it feel

to be thrown into the lion’s den?

I was worried more for the king.

He was tricked into signing the order
to not pray to God for thirty days,
which led to my sentence of death,
and he was greatly distressed.

Weren’t you afraid?
 

Yes, but I knew God would either protect me

or take me to be with Him.
My emotions just had to catch up.
 

Tell me what it was like facing hungry lions?

 

Dark, stinky and I was hungry, too.

They didn’t plan for a last meal,

since I was supposed to be it.

What was it like when you realized

the lions wouldn’t hurt you?

Kind of nice.

Have you ever heard lions purr?

Lulled me right to sleep.

And they made for comfy pillows.

And when they freed you, what was that like?
 

A relief but it was also tragic

since the men who framed me

and their families

were thrown into the den.

They died before they hit bottom.

It’s not a sound I’ll soon forget.

 

Terrible! What would you like to say

to those who are listening?

This is for future people, correct?
 

Yes, it's airing in 2012.
 

I’ll echo my good friend King Darius,

 “Worship the living God, the eternal ruler.
He saves, rescues, and
performs astounding miracles

in heaven and on earth.”
 

He saved me from the power of the lions.
 

Thank you Daniel. Remarkable story.

Next in the news,
Children in public schools
forbidden to pray or read Bible stories.

69/100 days of summer

Cool, quiet morning

Clock ticking, kitty purring

Tea whistles, “It’s time!”

68/100

Persistent kitty

Prancing, nudging, purring, stop

Settles on my lap

67/100 days of summer Poetic Bloomings First Love

Kissing

You were seventeen, I was fourteen.

I loved how your deep voice boomed in the night,

even though you were describing an x-rated movie scene.

One evening, you drove me home, driving like a maniac,

but I loved how it felt to fly down Pennsylvania roads.

For fourteen months, we were inseparable,

playing basketball, kissing, walking in the woods,

kissing, going bowling, kissing, watching movies,

kissing, going to church, kissing, hanging out with friends,

kissing, tinkering with ham radio in your shop,

kissing, painting your MGB bright orange, kissing.

After dates, huddled in a kitchen corner,

we sipped mint tea, munched cinnamon toast,

talked and kissed with an eye toward my parents’ room.

We spent the next three years trying to break up

but always getting back together,

until we just got sick of each other. Fast forwarding

almost three years, you met my fiancé and you hit it off.

Somehow you ended up in our wedding party
and our wedding was on your birthday.

Every once in awhile you pop up in my dreams

and we’re usually kissing.

66/100

Tiger Lilies

Lining the country road,

freckled, orange trumpets

on long slender stems,

cheering and encouraging me

as I got on and off the school bus

for twelve years,

yet I was unaware.

65/100 halibun

Isolation 

A mountain lake mirrors golden aspen, emerald pines and sapphire sky. An upside-down row boat rests on the rocky shore.

Bejeweled mountain scene

Millions scurry in city

And I wonder why

64/100 prayer poem

Not David and Goliath

Lord, I’m not facing any giants

Like David against Goliath

Just a bunch of angry dwarves

Like a cow versus fire ants

So please help me not get nibbled

To death by all my problems

But walk in victory even over

The little nuisances in my life