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Lethal Dose of Reality

LETHAL DOSE OF REALITY

Broken Heart Bleeding Heart by Michal Boubin

one day to the next
most would say
she appears normal

few will recognize
she’s been given
a dose of reality

no longer does she live
in a world of hearts
twitterpated

instead,
her heart has been
pierced, broken

it bleeds sadness
and tears, dying
a little more each day

2011-08-03
P. Wanken

written for Three Word Wednesday (appear, dose, pierce) and Poetic Asides prompt to write a “normal” poem

Found…and Lost

FOUND…AND LOST

I didn’t know I was lost
until the day I realized
I had been found

I didn’t see you coming
one day I looked up
and you were there

I didn’t know I could feel
such fullness of joy
‘til after I met you

I didn’t know true love
until the day
you uttered those words

I didn’t see it coming
one day I looked up
and you weren’t there

I didn’t know pain ‘til now;
I am
lost.

2011-08-01
P. Wanken

Written for Poetic Bloomings prompt:  write a poem about lost, or found, or lost & found.

Poetic Love Story

POETIC LOVE STORY

the magic of early love
and hope of love eternal,
the inspiration behind
his words penned for me:

Radiance and Light

inside of me there is the singularity of a beacon
it is you flashing in brilliance and attraction
your radiance created to absorb me wholly
both drawing me near and warning me of shoals beneath
and like never before am I bathed in the light of safety

the flood of security
and acceptance of his love
inspired my first poem ~
my response to him:

Steady and Strong

storms have surrounded me
unknowingly leaving me adrift
another one has weathered other storms
unknowingly being readied for service
steady and strong, you have been found
and like never before I am enveloped in safety

sadness from a broken heart,
and tears shed in solitude,
now the inspiration of
poetic love lost.

2011-07-13
P. Wanken

Written in response to Poetic Bloomings prompt to write a Dodoitsu poem. The Dodoitsu is a fixed folk song form of Japanese origin and is often about love or humor. It has 26 syllables made of four lines of 7, 7, 7, 5 syllables respectively. It is unrhymed and non-metrical.

I used the Dodoitsu form for the three stanzas surrounding the two other poems.

Between the Lines

BETWEEN THE LINES

Every day
filled with reminders of love shared.

…he taught me it was OK to love.

I look in the mirror first thing in the morning:
and hear his voice telling me I am radiant.

…something I hadn’t seen before, but now believe.

My phone buzzes with a text message in the middle of the day:
I expect to see his name as the sender.

…he taught me I deserved the attention.

I gaze at the moon:
and travel back in my mind to countless midnight calls.

…we talked about everything; he taught me it was safe…to hold nothing back.

I gave him my heart. And he took it.
And he gave me his.

…but…he taught me things change.

I must move on, he said. Even though he still loves me, he said.
And so, I must. But…there’s just one hitch:

…when will I fall out of love?

Until then, I go through the motions
day after day: working, eating, sleeping…

…afraid someone will read between the lines and see my tears.

2011-07-03
P. Wanken

A shorter version of this poem was first written as a response to my mentor’s challenge to write a poem using all or part of: “…afraid someone will read between the lines and see my tears.” I wrote it and sent it…with the disclaimer that it wasn’t “THE poem” he was looking for, but that I believed I had another in me.

Then came along We Write Poems challenge on Thursday to revise/rewrite a poem I’d already written. I had contemplated going back to one of my earliest poems (when I REALLY didn’t know what I was doing!), but this poem kept gnawing on me.

I thought back to Wednesday’s Poetic Asides prompt to write a poem about how something changes…today’s Poetic Bloomings prompt to write about a friend and their influence on my life…and finally, Sunday Scribblings prompt: hitch.

So…BETWEEN THE LINES is the culmination of combining four prompts! (I didn’t even try to work in Brenda’s twelve wordle words…I wrote a separate poem for that prompt: CLEAR VISION (in which you will read I am trying to move on!)

Clear Vision

CLEAR VISION

night turned to morning

limbs reaching to silence the siren
dreams fading to distant memory

flecks of dust dancing in the sunlight

with a toss of the sheets
she flew from the bed

the freedom of a new day

hair brushed, teeth flossed
a fresh start to face new hurtles

mourning turning to hope

2011-07-03
P. Wanken

Written for Poets United Thursday Think Tank prompt: freedom; and The Sunday Whirl’s prompt #11 (using the 12 words in the wordle picture).