Stardust Memories

If the night is crystal clear
Lie back
And try to hear
The empty thoughts
Between the matter
Exploded and exposed
Flung like a spangled net
Sparkling in the sky
Mirror the twinkling
In your eyes
And remember
That you are
A star

Hello! I have been missing all of you and your poetry.  Life is finally settling back to normal, or this new variation of it.  Written for Poetry Jam where Mary invited us to write about crystals-and posted one of my very favorite songs :-)  poetryjaam.blogspot.com and for Poetry Pantry poetry blogroll.blogspot.com originally inspired by Kim's Wednesday prompt about our place in the universe, but couldn't get there before link closed.  Star thoughts courtesy of Neil Degrasse Tyson, and my son who made me listen to Neil's talk about why we are all linked to stars.  A lovely thought.

Be Free

Fumbling with attachments
Bumbling blood relations
Makes you dread kin
When they inspire
Such ire
A blood feud?
Dude--
Let it R.I.P.
In spite of the sting
From pulling
Free
Do it quickly
Sometimes that's
How it has
To be

Not biographical, just my evil twin muse tiring of a month of daily visits to the hospital and rehab.  Fortunately we are finally seeing some light. Offered up for Trifecta challenge of writing about blood as in "kin"  http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com at and for Laurie's bee-utiful prompt at Poetry Jam poetryjaam.blogspot.com

Wayward Sun

Beautiful beamer

Send a streamer

Help us to piece

To seize

These days

Rays us

Beyond these clouds

Of  hopelessness

This mess

Melt the fight

Show us the light

The way

To a brighter day

A very timely prompt for me, and society, from Poetry Jam, "Carry On"  (whoops, just found out that was last week! However, this week is "Soak" and this is a sun soaked poem, so I'm sharing it with the wonder-ful poets at poetryjaam.blogspot.com--My mind automatically went to the song by Kansas--"Carry On My Wayward Son". Hence the title :-)  Enjoy, hope that it lightens your heart a bit <3

Washed Away

Blow some soft rain

My way

Drip into

My soul

Smooth the edges

Blur the consequences

Leave the taste of nothing

On my tongue

Two weeks ago my father-in-law fell, hard-broke a lot of bones and has been hospitalized—recovering now. He's a strong guy, and recovering well—but days in hospitals and staring mortality in the face, wrings my heart out. The rains of the tropics—warm and soft, starting up now—feel like hope, and made me think of washing all this emotion away...

So-not (a sonnet)

I suck at sonnets, a fact--nearly a law

The rhythm's off the subject wrong

My fellows grunt a hearty guffaw

At the herky jerky writing stumbling along

A poem alas, to make women swoon

Or at least give rise to smile

Makes me appear instead a buffoon

And the woman promptly revile

Each word, phrase, and feeble attempt

To woo, with phrase elegant

Results in words, at best unkempt

I should be able, but I can't

Magic I have for love and fun

But for sonnets, I have none

It's true, I do, suck at sonnets. However, it seemed the perfect time to write one in the voice of a fictional character (I pictured some sonnet-challenged boy fairy in A Midsummer Night's Dream) thanks to Peggy's wonderful prompt at Poetry Jam poetryjaam.blogspot.com and the sonnet for Day 11 of Poetic Asides (yes, I am Very behind) :-)

In Case of Broken ___

In Case of Broken Dreams
Open case
Tie each piece
Gently, tenderly
To a colorful kite tail
And release

In Case of Broken Window
Run!!

In Case of Broken Ground
Scoop a soft space
Place
Seeds, fragrant is best
Water well
And rest

The Poetic Asides Poem A Day prompt yesterday was "In Case of ____"  the prompt today is to write a Broken poem--they just seemed to fit so well together (irony, broken and fitting, or maybe not...)  These were like chips, couldn't write just one ;-)  Enjoy!

. Shared with Poets United Poetry Pantry where dreams have a happy home poetryblogroll.blogspot.com

Pocket Poems

Unchecked

Pockets are meant

For storing

Not keeping

Do not blame me

When your keys go

Missing

As the resident goddess of laundry, I have little—no patience for people who don't check their pockets before chucking their clothes in the basket.   Shared with Poetry Jam, where Laurie inspired us with pockets full of poetry poetryjaam.blogspot.com  and also sharing with pockets of poets at dversepoets.com OLN :-)

Feline the Blank

Feline exclamation

Vegetable combination

Popular in the Depression

Fun alliteration

But

Unclear why it's suffering

Yes I was/am a huge fan of Looney Tunes and Tweety Bird, loved how he said “putty tat” :-) Poetic Asides prompt--suffering