Today's prompt is a farewell poem.
NO MORE GOODBYES
I never will leave you
Alone in this walk.
My life would be so blue
If we could not talk.
The words are no problem,
They roll off the tongue.
No thought do we give them
When our talk is done.
I have two today.
prompt - miscommunication
SAID
You said,
I'll always love you.
I heard,
I'll always love you.
You said,
I slept with my old girlfriend.
I heard,
I didn't mean to, it won't happen again.
You said,
You are the one I love.
I heard,
You are the one I love.
You said,
I'll always love you.
I heard,
I'll ALWAYS love YOU.
You said,
I will wait for you.
I heard,
I will give you the time you need to clear up your stuff.
You said,
I need to get away.
I heard,
I'm going out into the bush to clear my head.
You said,
I've met this girl.
I heard,
I love her now, not you.
You said,
I'll always love you.
I heard
It is YOU I REALLY want.
You said,
I am seeing this girl again.
I heard,
She is where my future is.
You said,
I have my own place now, come visit.
I heard,
Just give me warning so I won't be with my new gal when you come.
You said,
I'll always love you.
I heard,
But not as much as I love her.
You said,
I can't conceive a future without you.
I heard,
Someday we'll be together.
You said,
You'll always have a place in my heart.
I heard,
It's you I really want to be with.
You said,
I'll leave her when you're free.
I heard,
She is just to fill the gap.
You said,
I love this girl, I don't want to hurt her.
I heard,
It really is over.
The prompt for today was Never ____
NEVER SAY NEVER
It started early.
I'll never get married,
famous last words.
It picked up speed.
I'll never
wear bell bottoms,
wear straight legs,
live in a city.
The snowball grew.
I'll never
go backpacking,
forgive you,
love again.
Never say never.
The prompt for the 25th was 'an event.'
I put that one off till after last night's recital and here is my 'event' poem.
RECITAL
Twenty four faces,
little, not so little,
all different ages
and stages.
Violin, cello;
easy and advanced,
open strings,
concerti.
Classical, Fiddle
Twinkle, Twinkle,
Soldier's Joy,
Seitz, Vivaldi.
Bouts with nerves,
and tears,
and stunning
success.
Ooops, I meant to post this yesterday.
Yesterday's prompt was longing.
This piece is short and I had written it before I saw the prompt but it fit so I used it anyway.
tomorrow will be
four weeks alcoholic like
I keep count
April 24ths prompt was to write about a journey.
JOURNEY TO PEACE
Anger,
the mask of fear.
Anger,
white hot.
Anger,
plotting revenge.
Forgiveness,
unimaginable.
Forgiveness,
empty words.
Forgiveness,
deliberate, sincere.
Joy,
brief, fleeting.
Joy,
courted.
Joy,
bubbling peace.
I've gotten rather badly behind. I meant to catch back up today but this one poem has been kicking my butt. A Villanelle is a killer form to write. Anywho, here it is.
The prompt for April 23 was regret. It seemed to me that the subject deserved an obsessive form.
MY REGRETS
I wish I'd dared to let you see my heart,
it's always been so hard for me to share,
it would have been a worthy place to start.
You hold yourself as separate and apart;
it seems you've lost the heart and will to care.
I wish I'd dared to let you see my heart,
I lacked the courage needed to impart
my soul, to let you see the scars in there;
it would have been a worthy place to start.
I wish I might by some sweet gentle art
restore our love, effect a sure repair;
I wish I'd dared to let you see my heart,
Given the chance, I'd play a different part
and turn this farce away from dark despair.
It would have been a worthy place to start.
I ask that from my love you not depart,
I cannot with an ideal mom compare,
I wish I'd dared to let you see my heart;
it would have been a worthy place to start.
Today's prompt is not yet up.
Here is the poem for April 20. The prompt was to write about rebirth.
TIME LAPSE PHOTOGRAPHY
Close up sequence.
The old mare,
solitary figure,
alone to die.
She lowers herself
gently to the earth,
her mother.
Macro shot sequence.
Blow fly,
bright green,
feeds on open eye,
lays eggs,
flies off.
Eggs hatch,
maggots eat,
pupate,
leave corpse
to burrow into
mother earth.
Telephoto sequence from up wind.
Buzzards circle.
One descends,
feeds,
is joined by his peers.
Telephoto lens sequence.
A cat perches
atop torn body,
tears small bites.
Night photography sequence.
A dog paws
tattered brown skin,
rolls.
Macro sequence.
Beetles scurry
through grisly bones,
cleaning.
Standard lens sequence.
Rain washes,
whitens;
sun bleaches,
purifies.
Snow blankets,
melts,
returns,
cleansing cycles.
Macro sequence.
Mother gives birth,
tiny sprout erupts,
grows lusty
in enriched soil.
Standard lens sequence
Vines cover white arches,
blossoms burst forth
where once death reigned.
