Incoming

There is no peace
Only pieces of memories
Like shrapnel stuck
The hearts of those who saw
Friends fall and shatter
And after eighty years
There's still tears
At the memory
Men who gave their limbs,
Their lives
Their hearts, their minds
Freedom....
It isn't free


From the "Memorial" prompt at dversepoets.com

Gone But Not Fur-gotten

Just a quick scratch
On the neck or back
And
Sunlight shares that
There's hundreds of hairs 
With dust motes they sashay
Then they gather and play
Across freshly swept floors
Completely ignor-
ing any efforts to remove,
Reduce or extinguish them
No matter the weapon
There's no win
Once this battle begins
It sticks to the broom
It clogs the vacuum
And someday when
Archaeologists exhume
The remains of this room
What they'll find there
Will be mounds of hair


In response to the "Hairy" prompt from Poetic Asides

For-rest

Just give me a canopy
Needley
Risers that spear the sky
Redwood preferably
Boughs splitting sunlight
Geometrically
Into prisms that carry
Dust motes, sparkly
Add chirps, breezes, sighs
Melody
With a patch of moss
To pillow my head, softly
For-
Resting and testing words
Easily
Like how shadows play
Between the letters
From Z to A
Where I can shake my
Limbs freely
And create
Poet-
Tree

From the prompt "Forest" at poetryjaam.com

WOW

Appropriate, yes?

Turn the word Mom

Upside down and you

Get "Wow"

Wow, you worked full time

Cooked every night

Made our lunches every day

Cleaned, washed, mowed,

Trimmed, sewed

And late into the night

You danced

Because that is what

You taught at the college

But you taught so much 

More

How to bake, cook

Refinish furniture

Load a dishwasher

Pull the weeds

(by the roots or they come right back)

Balance accounts

And spend freely

Sing "She'll be Coming Around the Mountain"

How to, to, to

Do everything and

Still have energy to laugh

At silly jokes,
Wrap us in hugs everlasting

Grimace at messy rooms

And how to always, always, always

Look for silver linings

From the prompt at dversepoets.com Thoughts about Mom

Check out Blogroll--Lara Britt's a genius

Hi Everyone!

Lara Britt took it upon herself to take everyone that participated in MNINB and put them in a series of "blogrolls"

I'm thrilled to be listed in the company of all this amazing talent.  Check out these sites--you'll be glad you did!


http://larabritt.com/2012/05/15/blogroll-poetry-2

A Warning

Inspired by "Pierre I Don't Care"--for Maurice Sendak, one of my favorite storytellers

When you say
I don't care
Be sure a lion
Is nowhere
Near

This prompt was from dversepoets.com to write a poem for Maurice based on his books

Atomic Love

Love so deep
Our atoms speak
Their own language
Breaths taken in time
To heartbeats
That pulse in the key
Of youandme
Hands that reach out
And know mine
The exact meeting place
In space
Where our fingers
Combine
And intertwine

C-Dog

He's curled up perfectly
In a "C"
Be-
Side my
Son and me
Trying to pose
Nonchalantly
Yet he's tensed
Waiting to see
If a piece, a morsel
Might accidentally
Jump ship and land
Near this C-
Dog
In the sand


Photo--coming soon ...

Window Blind

Prompt from Poetry Jam--Write a blind poem


She sees life 
In stripes
Horizontal divisions
Of dark and light
Reflected on the floor
The round oak table
The dog
It's a zebra world
She wanders in
Her hand turns
The clock
Turns
And the light goes
Out
While the night comes
In

http://poetryjaam.blogspot.com/

Heffalums and Woozles

Prompt--Write an animal poem

Heffalumps and Woozles

I'm with Pooh

How dare you

Say it's all

In my head
That's untrue

They've

Twenty eyes

They're

Ten times my size

They're 

Hairy and scary
And it's time

You knew
There's one 
Right now
Looking at you

Night Harmony

Prompt -- Take a favorite line from and earlier poem and rework it

Night Harmony


The full moon hums a golden note
The ocean picks up the tune
Waves pluck the gleaming water 
While clouds heavy with dew 
Drop low and rumble bass
And miles away
A pond answers with silver whispers

Running with the Wind

Prompt--Write a poem about a sport


Running With the Wind


Her shadow
Is still
Feet planted
Knees bent
Arms cocked
Eyes focused
At the crack of
Gunshot
She is running
Arms pumping
Heart pumping
Feet thumping
One of eight runners
Except
She hears nothing
Except her breath
And sees nothing
Except the finish line
And
Feels nothing
Except
The wind


Note:  I used to compete at school track meets, still gives me a thrill when I watch the Olympic runners-the focus, the speed...

WOW and Thank you!

A wonderful person--that would be, you Meena, Nominated me for this cyber appreciation award. check out her beautiful blog and poetry, http://meenarose.wordpress.com , you will thank me :-) 
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Lacrimal Desert

Prompt-Write a Fade Away Poem


Lacrimal Desert


Glaciers of Grief
Press against her eyes
But she's blocked them 
So long her
Tear ducts are dry
So she sits
And waits
For the ice
To 
Melt




Altered Visions


Abuela sits in
The faded easy chair
And stares
At memories
That aren't there

Rooted Determination

Prompt--Write a problem poem


Oh weeds between the pavers
Why do you persist?
Why do you insist
On sowing seeds where
They cannot grow
On watching Nature TV
Shows on ero-
Sion?
You cannot prevail
There are poisons
That kill
(Not that I'd use them)
But I will
Keep yanking out
Your thinly rooted
Attempts
To overthrow
My patio

The Trouble Is It's Raining

Prompt--Write a Poem titled "The Trouble is ___________"


The trouble is, it's raining
And I want to be snorkeling or sailing
But the trouble is, it's raining


I know I should not be complaining
But the trouble is, it's raining


We came for a bit of fun
Not gloom, wind and no sun


My husband's relaxed and reading
While I watch the raindrops beating


Then he reaches for my arm
His grasp is strong and warm


Now, there's no point in struggling
'Cuz I'm in his lap, snuggling
And the rain that popped my happy bubble?
No trouble