Wednesday, April 16, 2014

The Message

animate this:
warm temperatures,
opened windows

thoughts of first
holiday without Mom

last Easter's memories
a broken record--
basket from Nini to kids
candy, money & eggs
with seeds, not chocolate
planted-- pumpkin & squash
watered for weeks
then forgotten,
by summer
overgrown weeds 

impassioned, a bee
flies in and stings
left cheek,
my reaction
an arm-waving scream

pervert 
parked next to me
laughs

~

Prompt Inspiration--
Poetry Jam: Bees, Birds and Bunnies
PU Midweek Motif- Holidays & Holy Days
3WW: animate, impassioned, pervert

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

one, two, three strikes you're out


 it's horrible, this home
plate I'm on, with eyes
like tasers aimed
at my swing
strike one

okay, I'm sweating now
my slip/slide palms
a slick film,
it seems as if
a hundred pounds
of listless arms
weigh me down
strike two

ouch!
strike three

how can they call
me moody? I mean
wouldn't you
do the same thing, too?
It's not my fault
I saw a bug
hop across
my shoe


Poetic Inspiration~
Poetry Jam: Baseball & Barriers
PU's Motif: Distractions
3WW: horrible, listless, moody

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

It's About Time


to order the tombstone--
make that a double, says Dad

to mark atop your grave statistics
as if a census

to make this final step,
and then we're done with all we need to do

to admit you're really gone
when we should have had more time

*

Prompt Inspiration~ Poetry Jam: It's About Time

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Unless I Let It Go*

the wind and sky
storm inside, fears crystallize--
fractals in my mind

  

*Found poem from "Let It Go" lyrics by Idina Menzel (theme song of Disney movie Frozen)


Prompt Inspiration~
Poetry Jam: Letting Go

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Skewed Intentions


owl in the night sky
owl, owl flying by

with hoots and twists authentic
eyes of wisdom to enlist

nighttime warfare, phobia
topsyturn utopia

create a mood afoul
freaky, screechy owl

~

Prompt Inspiration:
Poetry Jam~ The Owl
3WW~ authentic, enlist, phobia

Saturday, March 15, 2014

The End

I watch you plop into the wicker
chair, green bottle trembling in hand
as you take your last sip of Heineken.

Behind you, the city strips,
and small slits of death
become saggy skin I pull up

like pieces of raw bacon, your
nakedness a nighttime curse. I
crunch a sour apple, core and all

as dust succumbs to raindrops
falling horizontal. Once an unknown
skyline tower, the mausoleum

comes to view and begs on bended
knee. I squeeze your slack hand--
the fuss ends, the end begins.

~~

 Poetry inspiration:
The Sunday Whirl~ plop, wicker, green, bottle, city, strips, small, apple, dust, tower, slack, squeeze, fuss
Poets United~ Open Pantry

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

True Olympians Remain Leaders


I feel for the Olympians.
From the opening ceremony
to the medal display,
their excitement
is mine.

I feel for the Olympians.
Each half-pipe flip or bobsled run
sits me on the couch's edge,
my adrenaline pumps
in overtime.

I feel for the Olympians.
My spirits glide over the ice
with skaters single and paired,
then slide to the floor
when they fall.

I feel for the Olympians.
They're all winners to me
and the world, role models
for kids. Leaders, achievers
having a ball.

I just wish they'd
keep their clothes on
when they're done.

*

Poetic Inspiration~
Poetry Jam: Olympian
PU Mid-Week Motif: Leaders/Leadership

Sunday, February 16, 2014

On a Dare

Universal Studios Lot, Instagram by sessepien, The Mag207























Robert once lived
in an apartment
one story below
his bicycle shop,
walked up and
down steep stairs
three times a day.
As the story goes,
he died on a dare
while riding his bike
up the slope, backward
flipped through the air
and landed head first
in a garbage truck,
his derriere a moon
ripping him buff.




Wednesday, February 12, 2014

What do you see...


unkempt beds
filled with weeds
cruel and obtrusive,
ghastly eyesores
in need of upkeep

or

flowerbeds over-
flowing with dandelions
as hearts to pick
and make a wish
for Valentine's Day?


**

Poetry Jam~ Dandelion
PU Midweek Motif~ Heart
3WW~ cruel, ghastly, unkempt

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Backwards Time

Mother's Day 2013


Through my years of rogue-like wandering
a circuitous path, the ins and outs and ups and downs
at times defiant as a two-year-old,
you remained passive with undying love.

And now you're dying.

I wonder if you know    I know
you stood beside me, a whisper in my heart?
That as a mother you excelled?

I'd like to accelerate backwards time, go back 
and send daily praises to your side, thank you
for mothering me, for instilling family values--

blood a thread of life forever tied to piano keys,
your tender melody woven in my mind.

Today I'll sing your lively tune.

~

Today's Inspiration:
Poetry Jam~ Tribute
3WW~ accelerate, passive, rogue
PU Mid-Week Motif~ Love (in 14 lines)

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

By the Window On a Wintry Day

~
 
Winter air a rangy apparition
forcing its way
beneath the window where I sit
 
encircling me, squeezing out of me
an urge to galvanize its urgency
 
a surge of energy
I can't afford to ignore
infinite hunger
affable, yet cross
 
as persistent as a two-year-old 
leading me to the kitchen
for one more bowl
of oatmeal.
 
~
 
Poetic Inspiration:
3WW~ affable, galvanize, rangy


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Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Siesta Beneath the Clouds


A honeybee flits among a grove of trees
carelessly and free         from oak to elm
the trail it leaves behind a steady stream
of white. Close by, a bear sits on stump,
its arms wide open as if to hug the next
one willing. You grab my hand, stroke
my skin and tell me that you love me as
I roll over in the grass and kiss your lips.

~

Prompt Inspiration:
Poetry Jam~ Look to the Clouds