4.27.2018

Last Friday in April

Funny how
I write about the same things
at this time every year
showers and flowers
chartreuse
dark moods  
Pretty sure
to start many
a bleak topical verse
I’ve used funny how
and I always listen to Morphine
on rainy days

4.24.2018

Slow Down

     
     Eight years
     meanders like riverbends
     then soars
     ever cloudward
     peeking shoulderwise

     Everyone blinks how
     we arrived at this place
     damply imagining
     what lofty follies might follow
     at such heights


The Runaway Sentence is eight years old today! Happy Birthday, Girl!

Sharing on the Tuesday Platform in the Imaginary Garden, where many friends are writing a poem each day in April to celebrate poetry month. I’ve been a little sad about not being up to the challenge this year, finding my time spent almost entirely in the work and family realms. But that’s okay. My kids are growing up fast, like this here little blog. Time flies even when it crawls.

4.04.2018

Too Many Slides

I’ve been invited
to describe myself
in a five-minute presentation
PowerPoint optional
or in a four-letter initialism
(ENFP of course)
or in a few lines of verse
for each of my many sides

Today is only
the fourth day of April
National Poetry Month
and I regret to inform you
that given the above realities
this not-very-subtle reflection
will have to substitute
for metaphor

Not sure this is responsive to Brendan’s Transformations prompt in the Imaginary Garden, but I think (hope!) maybe in April the rules are loosened up a bit.

4.03.2018

A Case of the Fly-Aways

I wish I could grow
long grey sideburns
like wings
of pigeons
seemingly socialized
living as they do
so close to us
but careful
honing in
will cause angry scattering
I should let my hair go grey
and fly away

Day 3 of National Poetry Month! Sharing on the Tuesday Platform in the Imaginary Garden

4.02.2018

Second Sight

I’d like to see you
in the first light
in the last light
in the dim light
pretending
washed in sunlight

We can try to
turn back the hour hand
turn back this month’s page
turn into someone else’s
driveway
sit in the back seat

Let’s try to make it
all go away
make it magnificent
make it to Friday
make it to second base
if we can make it home

So much I want to
see you brand new
want to see you as though
even with all we know
I know that I’d choose
old you in the new-now

Day two! For Karin’s April SECOND prompt in the Imaginary Garden.

4.01.2018

Remembering How It Felt on Spring Days at Eleven

One
girl
swinging
slow-alone
wondering whether
anyone will notice her gone
whether she should go home or maybe
    just disappear

Kicking off National Poetry Month in the Imaginary Garden!