Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Poets United Midweek Motif/Celebrate

Celebrate The Snow For It Is Not a Permanent Thing/ When the Sun Comes Out It Melts

We are told it is the season to be jolly          celebrate         be of good cheer

I awake each morning            with good intentions              my disposition tenuous

As delicate as the wing of a butterfly        or a rainbow       like melting snow

It appears                    and then it is gone      soon the corners of my mouth turn down

Memory begins to paint its picture    I remember     a beautiful boy           

Strong and blond        a funny character        against all odds we had high hopes              

Your sailor hat cocked to the side       your little black dog at your heels     

what should not happen         happened        one minute you were here    

The next gone             in place of snow         only a memory remains

December 13, 2017

                                   


Tuesday, December 12, 2017

dVerse/ My Work Is Made Up of Straight Lines and You Know How Hard It Is To Draw A Straight Line

My Work Is Made Up of Straight Lines and You Know How Hard It Is To Draw A Straight Line


At the beginning of each day                I am self-conscious      of each brush stroke

The brush wobbles                               a straight line is impossible       I continue

I begin to relax                         confidence sneaks in                the straight line comes easy

I am no longer aware of myself            it is as if “I” have left the room      no longer in the way

I have found my groove                       when I paint                 I construct the painting

Build it from the ground up                 layer upon layer           the straight lines                     

join to create shapes                 sometimes the shapes join other shapes        make new shapes

when I finish    it all looks like it is carefully planned               my self-consciousness doesn’t show


December 12, 2017                                                                            

Monday, December 11, 2017

dVerse/ Haibun Monday. The peompt is, " Pleasantly Surprised" --Frank is our host.



to write                       gather words into a coffee can          drop them onto the white paper

sometimes      we are pleasantly surprised       to find we have actually created poetry

collect nouns and verbs          show action                            tell a tale

be it true                     or something from the brain’s closet    carefully folded away

saved from long ago   for this very day         waiting for the right time to appear

maybe several stories in one     surprise yourself                 sit down at the loom

and weave      the threads of different colors together        create one story

someone’s ending                  another’s beginning                who knew                  

where the story would take you         where it would go      what would be revealed        

does truth matter                   I think not                                telling your story is the goal

slight of hand                          now you see it            now you don’t


gather words in a coffee can
drop inky black onto white paper
a story of snow and dark shadows