Month: April 2015

Bury Your Head

An extended PiKu to close out PAD 2015,  30 days, 30 poems…
and my 1,000th poetry post!

 

BURY YOUR HEAD

in my chest
‘til
your tears subside.
Let
the pain slowly fade
away with each breath, each exhaled sigh.
Bury
your head in my chest, ‘til
you feel the safety
of my arms’
embrace. Let the pain
fade away with each tear-filled goodbye.

2015-04-30
Paula Wanken

Shared at Poetic Asides for PAD 2015 – Day 30: Bury The (Blank)

What Nobody Knows

WHAT NOBODY KNOWS

On first glance
I saw his white t-shirt
under the button-down,
and I knew I didn’t
have a chance…

I’ve always been
a sucker for that look –
someone who takes the time
to dress right,
regardless the situation.

My heart leapt (or dropped?)
and my stomach was filled
with fluttering butterflies,
and I knew that I was
smitten.

That white t-shirt
continued to draw me.
When the button-down
was removed; white becoming
the buffer for dirt.

That’s when I first
learned its scent,
a scent all its own—
the mashup of
cologne, sweat, and dirt…

A scent I could pick out
in a crowd.
A scent that would linger
after embraces
had long parted.

Soon came a day, just right,
when the shirt
was peeled away…
given to me to be kept
by my pillow at night.

My nose filled me
with memories as
a shirt became my security
blanketing me with memories…
which weren’t enough.

Too much time
holding onto a t-shirt
became synonymous
with holding onto his
empty promises.

What nobody knows,
I cried all the way
to the post office,
to drop a package
in the mail.

A plain white t-shirt.

2015-04-29
Paula Wanken

Shared at Poetic Asides for PAD 2015 – Day 29: What Nobody Knows

** what nobody knows is if this is autobiographical or not **

A Lesson In What Matters

A LESSON IN WHAT MATTERS

The stupid
television is
not tuning
in tonight.
“So much for digital bliss!”
she says with a hiss.

She fiddles
with it some more, and
finally…
a picture.
“Earthquake shakes Nepal, death toll
continues to rise…”

2015-04-28
Paula Wanken

Shared at Poetic Asides for PAD 2015 – Day 28: Matter and/or Anti-Matter (Two For Tuesday)

My Mind Wanders As I Wonder

MY MIND WANDERS AS I WONDER

Looking back
I wonder if I
should have done
differently
any of the things that brought
me here, to today.

Mistakes were
made, that is for sure.
But I learned
from them, then.
Would it have just taken more
time to learn lessons?

Decisions
were made with the best
intentions
in mind. Yet,
were they the right decisions?
They were, at the time.

But if I’d
made other choices,
perhaps I’d
have become
a wife and mom, like I’d hoped
to be. Just maybe?

Happiness
eludes me most days.
I wonder
if I could
have done things differently to
change that about me.

Or would my
melancholy ways
have always
pervaded
my days, leaving me in the
same place, regardless?

Looking back
(I have decided),
is the best
way to learn
how to move forward, because
I can’t change the past.

2015-04-27
Paula Wanken

Shared at Poetic Asides for PAD 2015 – Day 27: Looking Back

Dawn Of Discontent

Sun defrosts half a meadow in Tulfes, Austria

Sun defrosts half a meadow in Tulfes, Austria (image from bing.com)

DAWN OF DISCONTENT
(a shadorma)

Standing in
her shadow, I see
sunshine and
greener grass
while the ground around me lies
fallow and frozen.

2015-04-26
Paula Wanken

Shared at Poetic Asides for PAD 2015 – Day 26: Word Invented By Shakespeare
(We were to choose from a list of words invented by Shakespeare,
and use them as the title of the poem–so,
“dawn” and “discontent” are both words from Shakespeare)