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

Two Days

String Together a Sevenling

String words

Together in a

Tercet, no, two

With a single

Punchline ending

About almost anything

That's how you write a Sevenling

Two prompts in one—write a Sevenling form poem and write an instructional poem ;-) Enjoy.

(Wrote the Sevenling this way before I saw the second prompt—Serendipity!) :-)

Unbalanced

She dances on the edges

Hunts recognition

Wishes for popularity

But actually

Senses, if wishes

Were granted

She'd become the hunted

Don't know where this came from—channeling teen angst--Poetic Asides prompt, write a poem with hunts and hunted...

Poetry Overload

Hold Onto Iron Knee

Sculpt me a man

Brawn's what I want

No, not marble

May sway some

Sculpted calf, thigh

(sigh)

But I want my man

Molded in fire

Polished and gleaming

(get my meaning?)

Very very late in my postings—behind in my poem a day—this was written for day 4 Poem a Day, prompt “Hold Onto ____) and then I saw that dversepoets.com was writing about irony...and, wordplay took over—can you find the word with double-meaning?

Two Dog Night

Had one dog

Added one more

One for the floor

Plus one at my feet

Sweet

True—got two, a big hairy (husky mix) dog and small fluffy (not shedding thank you!) dog—both rescues. Love multiplied, not just added and laughter too-- Poem A Day-Write a “Plus” poem

Stamp It

No more missives

Stationery

Perfect pen between

My fingers

Tip-tap send

Email, tweet or FB

That's the only post

For me

Never thought I'd see the day. I passionately loved pens and stationery. Would spend so much time selecting the perfect pen to write. And now, I'm fully in the electronic age. Use pens to scribble, not “write.” sigh. Do love the ease of it all, though. Poem a Day, write a “Post” poem

Light Hunting

The sun creeps
Up
Silent
On kitten toes
Stalks
The darkness
Spooks and
Spills a ray
Along the horizon
Waits for songbirds
To ease solitude
Then leaps
Into the pines


Day three (Whee!) of Poetic Asides--writing a tentative poem.  Several false starts, but I think this one is fun :-)  Just for grins, I'm sharing with Poets United, where Kim has offered up "body" never thought about so many types--and since I used a kitten analogy to em-body the sun, I'm sharing there too poetryblogroll.blogspot.com

Dark Matter

Called to say,

“I'm taking a break”

She didn't know

(or maybe she did)

The break was more

Than meta-

Physical-a crack

In the glass round his

Heart

Vitreous anticipation

Shimmer to shatter

Tried to be light

In vain

The dark discovers

Deception

Day 2 of Poem A Day with Robert Brewer-Poetic Asides; also offered for the prompt from Alan who had some rocking music, with great lyrics-Crack in the Castle of Glass, at Poetry Jam poetryjaam.blogspot.com

A Two-fer

Line and Sink-her

A

Wareness

A

Wariness

Of

Re-

Lation

Ships

Sail me

A

Way

From

In

Sanity

He and Me-MT

Space

In this place

Peace

We can breathe

Each other's

Thoughts

And only have

To clean

Up our own

Messes

I'm participating in Poem A Day, where all my poetic bliss started, at Poetic Asides and Robert Brewer who first threw out that challenge and for whom I am forever thankful.  The prompt today is:

New Arrivals--the first poem, inspired by my tendency to be too trusting, and the second inspired by my husband's and my fledgling empty nest status ;-)    Enjoy!