Rainbow Tears

I was that girl who left you

sitting on the broken curb

head buried in shaky hands

tears like rain dripping

down the rank gutter

calling out for me to stay

as my heart I walked away.

You were that boy whose hands

of leathered gloves took mine

freed me from myself, promised

a new life to build together

we found love’s rainbow glow

the pot of gold we knew was nigh.

Until I changed my mind

said yes than no than yes

one time too many too much

you said enough was enough.

And now I sit on the cold, hard curb

head buried in chapped hands

tears dripping down my shallow gut

unwanted oak leaves swept within

as I watch you fade, disappear

a mirage on the horizon of my soul.

@laurie kolp

Prompt inspiration: One Stop Poetry (free verse)

Catty-ville

Could it be that she
She sighed and rolled her eyes
Eyes, judging orbs, always right
Right out of her empty head
Head on over to Catty-ville

@laurie kolp

Prompt inspiration: Magpie Monday

Notes from the island

mesmorizing waves
ripple through the waning pain
window to my soul

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They own the island
in lines they form like soldiers
soaring freedom, these gulls I see.     

@laurie kolp        

Sizzling Hot

hazy
lazy
dazy
fun
laying
playing
in the sun
cool
pool
fool
run
burning
yearning
two as one

@laurie kolp

Prompt inspiration: One Stop Poetry- The sun

The little girl vs. the big girl in me

School's nearly out and we are heading to Galveston. The little girl in me is so excited about this kick-off to summer 'shebang.' {clap, clap} We're going to walk on The Strand, visit the ice cream parlor {yummy} and peruse all the quaint little shops. Then we'll go to the alluring beach and lay in the sand. We'll collect seashells and build sand castles. {jumping up and down} We'll swim in the water and dive in the waves. I can't wait to spend the next day splashing and sliding at Schlitterbahn. And the seafood... yummy! We'll have a smorgasbord at our fingertips. {smacking lips}

But the grown up in me is quite apprehensive right about now. {hands on hips}Today was the hottest June 2 in history. Ever. A 102 scorcher! How hot will it be in Galveston? It's only 90 miles from where we live, so I'm sure it will be sizzling there, too. And Katie. {shaking head} She got a bad sunburn last weekend when she went to the beach with a friend. Should she even be out in the sun? {pacing} Oh, and there's the shark, too. Did you hear about that? {wide eyes} Last weekend some college students were swimming near Galveston and a girl was bitten by a bull shark. {shuttering} Oh, and there's the jellyfish outbreak, too. {sigh} Katie's friend broke his front teeth at Schlitterbahn two weeks ago... ARGHH!

I don't think I'll be a grown-up this summer. I just want to have fun with my kids. I know God will protect us. {smile}

Childhood Summer Memories, Part I

{I have decided to run a recurring theme this summer (not on any specific day) of childhood memories. I hope they are as enjoyable to you as they are to me... love~laurie}

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Lying on a raft all day, warm
gusts the only break in heat;
fragile glass the lake appears
tranquil against a cloudless
sky. BFFs in matching stripes
bikini straps pulled down for
tans; baby oil, lemon juice,
tinfoil at fingertips. Laughs
and jokes and boys and boys,
the girls are like a boat.
And then when nighttime
does arrive, in bed
they’re still afloat.

@laurie kolp

Prompt inspiration: Poetry Jam- Swimming

Wednesday's Poem

The Keys Hold the Key

Lynn’s metronome ticks an erratic beat

Back and forth, then – (gasp)

Echoing crescendos fill the air,

I wonder how it came to this.

Whiffs of bleach tease the musty room

My stinging eyes rebel against the smell,

Could these tears reflect morbidity?

A quick span, my head skirts the obvious

Back and forth, then – (gasp), then Oh, my God!

Luminous rays paint golden stripes

Across her upright hogging space

Like a sunny jailbird on the loose.

The drop of red painting middle C

A haunting omen of that fateful day.

@laurie kolp

Prompt inspirations: 3WW- erratic, luminous, omen
POETIC ASIDES- Let's get serious...

Small Stone Blogsplash – we need your help…

Kaspa & Fiona have taken over my blog for today, because they need our help.

They are both on a mission to help the world connect with the world through writing. They are also getting married on Saturday the 18th of June.

For their fantasy wedding present, they are asking people across the world to write them a ‘small stone’ and post it on their blogs or on Facebook or Twitter.

A small stone is a short piece of observational writing – simply pay attention to something properly and then write it down. Find out more about small stones here.

If you’re willing to help, we’d love you to do things:

1) Re-post this blog on your own blog any time before June the 18th and give your readers a chance to hear about what we’re doing. You can simply copy and paste the text, or you can find the html here.

2) Write us a small stone on our wedding day whilst we’re saying our vows and eating cake, post it on your blog, and send it to us.

You can find out more about our project at our website, Wedding Small Stones, and you can also read our blog at A River of Stones.

We also have a July challenge coming soon, when we’ll be challenging you to notice one thing every day during July and write it down.

Thank you for listening, and we hope we’ll be returning from our honeymoon to an inbox crammed with small stones, including yours.

Kaspa & Fiona

Cosmic Phoenix

At the end of every poem
space fills the begging page,
a void in this poet’s mind
whirling in a growing cage.

“So little done, so much to do,”
echoes doubtful muse of mine.
“Why can’t I set you free
Cosmic Phoenix so divine?”

@laurie kolp


*Prompt inspiration: Carry On Tuesday, “So little done, so much to do.” ~Cecil Rhodes

Stormy Nights Forgotten

moods

so heavy they hurt
they cloud reality
blow the time away
a tornado from the blue
sprawled out on the dirty floor
she fuels her moods with songs
melancholy, broken, dark
songs of lost loves, cheating liars
over and over again
she sits
she listens
she rocks
moods
the violent storms flood
blinding rain, tears of pain
an emotional balloon is she
until the hurricane hits
turns thunder
spurns rage
bursts
pops
eyes, those eyes
gray  
clouds
they know
dusk turns to dark turns to dawn
sunshine peaks through, cheer
offers hope after the rain
the pain last night forgotten
she wonders why her head hurts
so heavy
these moods

@laurie kolp

Prompt inspirations: Jingle poetry and  Poetry Jam

My Sunday Offerings

Insatiable Liaison

Against the tangerine leaves
Plum sky silenced, turning
Twilight looms afraid
A cry of broken tails
Beneath the shadowed flock
Remnants of the fire
Like wind planets fallen
We lie beneath tomorrow’s smoke
Our love striding to meet again
Flying free we float as one

@laurie kolp

*Prompt inspirations: A Whirl of Wordling Sundays, Sunday Scribblings

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forgotten rose petals
shadowed beneath a colorless void, pink
silk on pebbled memories

@laurie kolp

*Prompt inspiration: Poetic Bloomings

*Refreshing wind slaps my sweaty cheeks.*

Prompt inspiration: Six Word Saturday