You are
all of my
4 a.m. thoughts–
the weight
of your hips
against mine,
your kisses,
your scent,
the way your
chest rises
and falls beneath
my ear–
my heartbeat
whispers into
darkness,
“Come home!”
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AUDIO FILE:
Tag: missing
My Monster
How do I tell you
about the ache I meet
when my day begins
–about how I feel
greedy and guilty
for the hunger in me?
How do I choose
the calm expression
the smile of generosity
when you reach for
another — and I love her!
In her I recognize
my need for you
— tell me what words
make that jealousy
un-monstrous and
embraceable?
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AUDIO FILE:
Wings
Some nights I wake
from dreams of flight.
I’m trying to find you.
My shoulders ache,
and the sound in my head
is of feathers clawing
at a sky made of stone.
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AUDIO FILE:
Some Storms
Some days are rainy,
cold and wet, perfect
for holding hands
and for walking in.
Some times you will
dance in puddles,
laugh with me and
let the rain wash you.
Some how your words
can still confound, like
such heavy rain and
low, rumbling thunder.
Some one cannot judge
your distance, counting
wild beasts or southern
states, between silences.
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AUDIO FILE:
Come Home
Won’t you come home, baby? Come home!
You’ve worked hard and so far away.
I can feel the weight of the world
on your shoulders, over the phone.
Point that truck our direction.
Won’t you come home, baby? Come home!
We’ll be waiting, we will hold you–
wrap you up in our affection,
take your burdens and let you rest.
We’ve been longing to see your smile.
Won’t you come home, baby? Come home,
to the place where love knows you best!
We know how your heart loves to roam.
How you’re happier on the road,
and we know you know your way back.
When you come home. Baby, come home.
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POETIC FORM:
Quatern – 16 lines broken into 4 quatrains. Each line has 8 syllables. 1st line is refrain. In 2nd stanza, refrain appears in 2nd line; 3rd stanza, 3rd line; 4th stanza, 4th (and final) line. No rhyme scheme.
AUDIO FILE:
Pillows
it doesn’t matter
if the bed is the softest
one in a Joplin hotel
or my very own,
— if the sheets
are cool and crisp,
or tangled in a heap.
no matter how
artfully and carefully
they are arranged
–pillows are a poor
substitute for your
body, exhausted and
sleeping next to mine.
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AUDIO FILE:
The Hours
Sometimes they fly by like
traffic on a Friday evening highway
and sometimes they pool
at my feet like Autumn leaves
and I can’t make them
move fast enough, but I try
to remember whether the hours
with you (and the ones away)
move quickly or slowly
— each one is a gift.
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AUDIO FILE:
Last Night (a #NaPoMo #APRPAD rondeau poem)
Last night I slept here, in your bed.
I wrapped myself ’round your pillow,
in the darkness, let the day go,
with its words loud in my head.
Last night I closed my eyes, instead
of listening to their tempo.
Last night I slept here, in your bed.
I wrapped myself ’round your pillow.
I woke to coffee, and sweet bread.
Today, I’ll sit by our willow.
I’ll write my rhymes for this rondeau,
and smile, remembering what you said,
and all our nights shared in your bed.
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#NaPoMo INFO:
Poetic Asides #April Poem-A-Day Challenge – PAD #13:
For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Last (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write the poem. Possible titles include: “Last Word,” “Last Card Catalog,” “Lasting Impression,” “Last Train to Duluth,” and so on.
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POETIC FORM INFO:
The poetic form focus for my PAD 2016 Challenge is the Rondeau — 13 lines in 3 stanzas; rhyme scheme: ABba/abAB/abbaA (uppercase letters are refrains) Usually 8 syllables per line. For info: http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/personal-updates/help-me-rondeau-help-help-me-rondeau-another-french-poetic-form
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AUDIO FILE:
The Waiting — After Norah Jones, Turn Me On (a golden shovel)
The sky is getting darker; colder the night —I’m
sure you can feel it too. You just
called from the car, you’re sitting
in traffic, maybe a thousand miles from here.
You should know it begins — the waiting
from the moment you leave my door, for
in truth, I just can’t seem to get enough of you.
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POETIC FORM
golden shovel – Take a line (or lines) from a poem you like. Use each word as an end word in your poem. Keep the end words in order. Credit the original poet, ie. “-after (poet)”.
POEM A DAY NOVEMBER 2015 – PROMPT:
For today’s prompt, we’ve actually got a 2-for-Tuesday prompt. You can pick one prompt to follow, do both separately, or combine into one prompt. Your choice.
- Write a United Poem.
- Write a Divided Poem.
For more information, check out– http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2015-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-3.
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