Tuesday, March 31, 2020

Hold on to Me


Hold on to Me

I hang around her neck.
She cradles me in one
hand so I don't bounce
as we walk.

We stop!
 I move upward until the
viewfinder reaches her eye.
My lens moves back and
forth as she gauges the
distance. I feel the
pressure on my shutter
button, then, click, we
capture the scene.

I move back down
and rest in one hand.
There isn't much she
can touch right now,
but she can still
hold on to me.

This was another prompt from the April PAD Challenge Countdown. Write a persona poem.

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Thursday, March 26, 2020

Sit


Sit

Pick a spot to stop,
sit. Leave with
a new perspective.

This form is the lune, also known as the American Haiku. The prompt to write a short form poem is part of the 2020 April PAD Countdown Challenge on Robert Lee Brewer's blog, Poetic Asides.

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Tuesday, March 24, 2020

Beauty Blooms


Beauty Blooms

The climate isn't
good right now.
Still, it is spring.
I look out my
window and see
flowers that weren't
there the day before.
Not everything that
blooms is good, but
most of it is beautiful.


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Thursday, March 19, 2020

Balancing


Balancing

It is hard to main-
tain my balance.

Focus on the dos
instead of the don'ts.

Shake off the doubts about
the surety of my security.

Still, I keep my
sense of humor.

If I am going to fall, I would
rather fall down laughing.

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Tuesday, March 17, 2020

More Than Ever


More Than Ever

My time inside gives me hours to think.
Many thoughts may take one to the brink.
Become overwhelming in a blink.
Before I know it, my spirits sink.
Now, more than ever, I need to make art.
Share what's in my heart with pictures and ink.

This is a Welsh form called gwawdodyn hir

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Thursday, March 12, 2020

The Flower


The Flower

I see the petals now.
They are still wrapped
tightly together, but
I make out an edge or two.
Soon, they will begin to rise.
Give each other some space.
Stand and take the places
to which they have been assigned.
Become known as the flower.

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Tuesday, March 10, 2020

Afloat


Afloat

The leaves sit on the water and drift.
A gust of wind makes their movement swift.
Their positions shift as they float away.
Soon, the lake will give something else a lift.

This poem is a Welsh quatrain called gwawdodyn byr.

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Wednesday, March 4, 2020

The Petals Dry


The Petals Dry

After the storm,
the flower lets
the water roll off.

It welcomes
the warmth of
the emerging sun.

Lets the wind
give it
a little shake.

In time, the petals dry,
and the flower stands
under a clear sky.


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Tuesday, March 3, 2020

Bark


Bark

I am the suit of armor
tailor-made for the tree.
I stand against
the rain and wind,
the heat and cold,
the insects and animals.
My life has already ended.
In my afterlife, I
protect the place
I once lived.

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