Write a poem about something you do on a daily basis. Take the mundane and make it a memorable event. As is always the rule at micro poetry, 14 lines or less is your quest!
Alarm calls, incessantly annoying, a ploy to rob me of sleep. I creep to my feet, taking a stand because mobility demands it. Trudge through the darkened pall of a night gone quickly. Thick mucous, eyes that fail to focus, the joke is I'm still barely awake. I take that pause because my bladder is as mad as a hatter. Give Mr. Coffee the finger to flip him on, power the radio and head for the couch. As far as I'm concerned, until the beans are brewed I'm dead until further notice!
Up at five, coffee on, set out cereal and bowl Check my email, Face Book, news, prompts and blogs Feed the dog, let him out, back in Pack hubs lunch, coffee to go, kiss Him goodbye, be safe, love you. Ahhh, second cup a’ joe Sit at the computer Think and mull Type, type Poem.
I haven't been able to write until now and it is short enough to post here. I think it goes along with the prompt, but I wanted to share it here anyway.
Another Day Without You
Another day without you I glance across the bed and see your undented pillow I know I will never hear your voice again telling me you love me or see your smile as I enter a room I know I will never feel your arms around me again and I must live with the memories of all of this
Barbara, I know how difficult it must be at this time, but if writing about it helps in any small way, then feel free to use this forum to express your heart. And yes this does fit the prompt. Sharing a life with someone is purely habitual. Hal's physical absence doesn't change the love you continue to share. Thank you for this piece.
Walt, you're welcome. It came to me last night and I was grateful I was able to write. Before then nothing came to me, but I guess it was time to let out a little of how I feel to the world. Thank you for providing this forum. <3 And also thank you for the words of comfort you gave to me when I needed them most.
before the first crack of light there in the still dark of closed question marks float as squiggles coalescing - "how old?" "how fat?" "what day" "what way?" I answer each question - shake off the image behind closed eyes and with a deep hopeful re-invented breath open eyes
from his bedroom I lift the cat this former fluff of coal, that claimed the rest of my years - I lift him into my arms, cradled against my breast and sit with him for a moment or two, running fingers through satin panther fur - and if - If I am very lucky, he will purr - just this side of inaudible - but enough to fill me with pleasure and pride - in this quiet moment - of the only time he will permit anyone, ever, to lift him into their arms and touch him
Arthritic hands tug the blind cord until daylight floods into my room. I shake sleep from my unwilling eyes and stumble down- stairs; let dogs out, back in.
MAKING WITH THE WAKEY-WAKEY
ReplyDeleteAlarm calls, incessantly annoying,
a ploy to rob me of sleep. I creep
to my feet, taking a stand
because mobility demands it.
Trudge through the darkened pall
of a night gone quickly. Thick mucous,
eyes that fail to focus, the joke is
I'm still barely awake. I take that pause
because my bladder is as mad as a hatter.
Give Mr. Coffee the finger to flip him on,
power the radio and head for the couch.
As far as I'm concerned, until the beans
are brewed I'm dead until further notice!
LOL
DeleteFortunately, my alarm call isn't annoying!
Wish I could get my hands on one of them non-annoying alarms. Although, if I don not flip the alarm switch, it won't annoy me...
DeleteIRONING THINGS OUT
ReplyDelete(a piku)
pressure and
heat
can be good things
Right Time to Write
ReplyDeleteUp at five, coffee on, set out cereal and bowl
Check my email, Face Book, news, prompts and blogs
Feed the dog, let him out, back in
Pack hubs lunch, coffee to go, kiss
Him goodbye, be safe, love you.
Ahhh, second cup a’ joe
Sit at the computer
Think and mull
Type, type
Poem.
Now there's a habit I need to adopt! Good write, Debi!
ReplyDeleteThanks,Walt
DeleteI haven't been able to write until now and it is short enough to post here. I think it goes along with the prompt, but I wanted to share it here anyway.
ReplyDeleteAnother Day Without You
Another day without you
I glance across the bed
and see your undented pillow
I know I will never hear your
voice again telling me you
love me or see your smile
as I enter a room
I know I will never feel
your arms around me again
and I must live with the
memories of all of this
happy to see you here <3
DeleteGood to see you writing Barbara...hard words to put down but glad you're doing it.
DeleteThank you guys. You two have been so there for me!! <3
DeleteBarbara, this is beautiful. It's the everyday things we miss most, that's for sure. You are in my prayers, always.
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Barbara, I know how difficult it must be at this time, but if writing about it helps in any small way, then feel free to use this forum to express your heart. And yes this does fit the prompt. Sharing a life with someone is purely habitual. Hal's physical absence doesn't change the love you continue to share. Thank you for this piece.
ReplyDeleteWalt, you're welcome. It came to me last night and I was grateful I was able to write. Before then nothing came to me, but I guess it was time to let out a little of how I feel to the world. Thank you for providing this forum. <3 And also thank you for the words of comfort you gave to me when I needed them most.
DeleteYou are most welcome. Little bits can lead to a torrent of emotion and words. You know what and when to release it. With you in spirit.
DeleteEyes before opening
ReplyDeletebefore the first crack of light
there in the still dark of closed
question marks float as squiggles
coalescing - "how old?" "how fat?"
"what day" "what way?"
I answer each question - shake off
the image behind closed eyes and
with a deep hopeful re-invented breath
open
eyes
So happy to see you here. I find this place very soothing. Love all your poems here.
DeleteEach day, in the same way. Same questions, same lack of answers. Good one,l Pearl!
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ReplyDeleteUp-lift
ReplyDeletefrom his bedroom
I lift the cat
this former fluff
of coal, that claimed
the rest of my years -
I lift him into my arms, cradled
against my breast and sit with him
for a moment or two, running fingers
through satin panther fur - and if - If
I am very lucky, he will purr - just this
side of inaudible - but enough to fill me with pleasure
and pride - in this quiet moment - of the only time he will
permit anyone, ever, to lift him into their arms and touch
him
Beautiful and tender!
Deletethat mirror
ReplyDeletefirst glance
a dance
too often
between
the
expected
and
the
image
reflected
before
editing
If only each morning had its own "photoshop" moment! Bedhead would be dead for me! Glad to have you here, Pearl!
Deleteokay - I can see where this can become an all-nighter addiction... and so I bid all goodnight ... thanks Walt ... a pleasure <3
ReplyDeleteAddicting? Yes! Moderation? I suppose! Pleasure? All ours, Lady!
DeleteAw thanks Walt - see you later on :)
DeleteNonet for Every AM
ReplyDeleteArthritic hands tug the blind cord
until daylight floods into
my room. I shake sleep from
my unwilling eyes
and stumble down-
stairs; let dogs
out, back
in.
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