Month: March 2012

Six Word Saturday…3/31/12


Last day before becoming a fool?


Tomorrow is April 1st, known to most as “April Fools’ Day.” However, for the second April in a row, to me it means the first day of a poem-a-day challenge! April is National Poetry Month. So…I’ll be following the prompts offered at Poetic Asides and other places, in an effort to write a poem each day in April.

I hope you will be back for visits throughout the month…
here, as well as other poets’ blogs.
NaPoWriMo.Net is a great place to go to find more poetry!

Enjoy!


Written for “Six Word Saturday”…click here to go to Cate’s blog to read other posts.

Straining to See

STRAINING TO SEE

For the time of day, it is very dark.
Is that a cloud obscuring the light?
My hand disappears before me,
there is no light for my path.
Striking a match, a flash,
quite temporary;
no replacement
for the loss
of the
sun.

2012-03-28
P. Wanken

Written for Joseph Harker’s Reverie Twelve: ephemeral. The other part of this prompt was to post this poem publicly somewhere — I will be back and update this post after I have done so.

Silent Goodbyes

Rockwell painting as an image prompt at Margo Roby: Wordgathering


SILENT GOODBYES

Can it be
that my boy is grown?
College bound.
Even if
I knew what to say, my words
are stuck in my throat.

Man’s best friend?
Boy’s best friend, really…
thirteen years,
he and I.
Ben taught me to speak, but how
do I say goodbye?

Train’s coming
just around the bend.
I can hear
its whistle ~
my future ~ saying hello,
drowning out “goodbye.”

2012-03-27
P. Wanken

 

Tunnel Vision

photo credit: Justin Jackson (photo prompt at Flashy Fiction)

TUNNEL VISION

suffocating
panic
darkness closes around me
like tunnel walls —
closerandcloser,
surrounding me;
I feel my feet
moving forward…
yet
The end
seems farther
and nearer
all at the same time;
I cannot see
what’s to my
left
         or
                  right,
the light at
The end
serves as a beacon
yet
blinds me;
I no longer
care
about the stone
in my shoe,
I only want to be at
The end.

2012-03-27
P. Wanken

Love Potion #49

LOVE POTION #49

no hocus-pocus witchcraft
simple alchemy sprinkled
with matchmaking acumen

gauging their interests
(he: her supple skin, she: his furry chin)
observing their traits
(tender hearted, full of joy)

Cupid gets to work

sweetness to balance acidity
juices poured into the dry places
oil where things get stuck

He sweeps her off her feet
once again.

2012-03-25
P. Wanken

Written for The Sunday Whirl prompt #49 – to use these words in a poem: craft, joy, supple, alchemist, gauge, juices, tender, acid, oil, acumen, sprinkled, and sweep.