Love’s Changed Me


Love’s changed me from the inside out.
First it was the love from mother:
protective, kind; like no other.
Then came along a first class lout
who took what wasn’t given out
‘for leaving me for some other.
Love’s changed me

as it’s taken me on this route:
trust/distrust—to trust another?
Cautious, I am, with my lover.
Of this, I’m sure—without a doubt—
love’s changed me.

P. Wanken

Written for Poetic Asides Poetic Form: Rondine

Love, So Elusive


Where’s the place where lovers escape,
and where plans of the heart take shape?
Where is undying love supremely crowned?
Is it found just in dreams?

It’s as I sleep, tucked in my bed,
that’s where I dream of being wed.
Where’s this undying love deemed to be found?
Sound asleep, in my dreams.

P. Wanken

Written for Poetic Asides Form Challenge: Byr a Thoddaid

Transformation — An Ovillejo Poem

Robert Lee Brewer is an editor for Writer’s Digest, and hosts their poetry blog Poetic Asides. He provides weekly prompts, facilitates two Poem-A-Day (PAD) challenges each year (in April, for National Poetry Writing Month; and November, for a chapbook challenge that coincides with National Novel Writing Month), and throughout the year he introduces new poetry forms and often hosts a challenge for those new forms. The April and November PAD challenges, and the form challenges, result in a winner (or winners) being chosen.

In June this year, we were introduced to the Ovillejo form, and the subsequent challenge. Robert’s explanation of the form is here: OVILLEJO.

Today, August 1, Robert posted his selections for the top 10 Ovillejo poems. And for the second time in three months, my name was on the list! (See the list of winners here.) I had submitted five Ovillejo poems, and here is the one that placed in the top 10:



We’re in desperate need of more grace
in this place.

Have we been reduced to primates,
filled with hate?

Guidance can come from God, above;
He is love.

In the end, when push comes to shove,
we’re family to each other:
sister, brother, father, mother.
In this place filled with hate, He is love.