Poetic/Creative Bloomings

Playing Favorites

 

PLAYING FAVORITES

Instant pots and next day deliveries. Bullet trains and watch phones. Alexa and Siri. Everyone is in a hurry for whatever it is they want. The pace of this rat race could have me on the road to the chiropractor to work out the kinks of stress. Instead, I take a deep breath of fresh air coming through my car’s windows and drive until there’s more grass than concrete…and exhale my troubles away.

four walls closing in
retreat to the countryside
turn the quiet up

2019-05-30
P. Wanken

Shared at Poetic Bloomings

* “Playing Favorites” prompt is to use a line from someone else’s poem (I used a song) as inspiration for a new poem. “Turn the Quiet Up” was taken from Eric Church’s song, “Smoke A Little Smoke.”

Stressed

Trying a new form – it involves a rhyme scheme that was a bit of a challenge. Initially, I wrote only one stanza. Then I decided to take it one step further, carrying the rhyme pattern into a second stanza. Had I left it at just the first stanza, it was a bit of a comedic poem. However, the second stanza brings some introspection…which I felt I needed today.

STRESSED

Chocolate. Slips past my lips to grip
my hips, and makes no haste to encase
my waist and thighs. Why!?
I cry (…as I ingest the rest.)

Stressed, I’m beaten by what I’ve eaten,
sweetened attempts to preempt feelings.
Not exempt from strife, my life
is rife with blessings, I’m guessing. (If only I look.)

2019-05-17
P. Wanken

Shared at Poetic Bloomings 

HOME.

Home.

Where dirt roads were without directions or landmarks (unless you were from there, then you knew to turn at the corner where Kenneth’s house used to be). How often I traveled the six dusty miles into town. There, streets had stop signs instead of stop lights and were lined with houses that I knew what they looked like inside, and who was sitting around the kitchen tables (many of them, my relatives). Life took me far from there, four states away, and my time spent on those dirt roads and quiet streets have been few and far between. On Mother’s Day, my voice travels back on a different path, to be at that place once again…I’m grateful for the visit by phone, but there’s no place like home.

the road less traveled
is the one that takes me home ~
time to plan a trip

2019-05-12
P. Wanken

Shared at Poetic Bloomings 

Golden Rule

golden-rule

GOLDEN RULE

What goes around comes around
is what they always say.
For this, there are no shades of gray:
what goes around comes around.

Is what they always say
we should follow the golden rule?
Be kind to others, don’t be cruel
is what they always say.

We should follow the golden rule.
What goes around comes around,
so build up, not tear down!
We should follow the golden rule.

What goes around comes around
is what they always say.
For this, there are no shades of gray:
what goes around comes around.

2019-05-10
P. Wanken

Shared at Poetic Bloomings