WWP 147: Fading Light?

http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/2013/03/20/prompt-147-its-post-your-poems-day/

‘I always love poems that are echoes. And in a deepest sense, if you are able to distill some truth, some epiphany, from a poem, then it must have touched some core within you.’

An Elfje Echo Pair:

Fading light?

Advancing

Geriatric labels

Identify decades, years                                  

Negotiating sanity with memories -

Going...?

I

didn’t think

I’d have something

an epiphany - an echo

me?

©JP/davh

Notes: Seeing our elders age, that's when we finally age. Our hearts can be forever young...

But sometimes looking in the mirror...just makes you want to turn away...and cry. Especially when you see the strength of those you admire and love fade.

Love Poem: Just Desserts

http://menemenetekel.wordpress.com/2013/02/13/love-poem/

Just Desserts

When in true love one dines

Each day is a delightful meal

The plate is always full

That any one day

Is equal or betters the next

As crumbs are kissed from

Our partners lips...

Each day is a celebration.

©JP/davh

Note: The inspiration for this love poem, came from another love poem.

I chose to post it here so perhaps others may also be inspired to

celebrate each and everyday with the ones they love.

For Roxi, a renga: strong soul spark...

http://roxistclair.com/2013/03/16/snowfeather/

For Roxi, a renga

strong soul spark, soothing
gentle touch embraces while
enveloping flight

trying to use descriptors
without repeating the words

enveloping flight
with stillness - while letting go
success at living

©JP/davh

WWP #146 Damned Either Way

http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/2013/03/13/prompt-146

Damned Either Way

Frustration rears it’s ugly head
Along with Rage, Disgust and
All manner of nasty heads upon the
Demon body - their mouths almost mute
Their forked tongues hissing wildly
Their snake like eyes dare and double dare.
Emotions to boil over...

On the desk is a scrawled note
Stating a litany of dissatisfactions -
Waiting to be neatly scripted,
But really they will not be pleasantly read
Straightforward, sideways or even upside down
The debate to fold it off and mail it -
Keeps me awake...

How long does one have to take
Being insulted, bruised and battered -
Forgiveness is supposed to relieve stress.
And yet the scales of justice remain unbalanced.
Where are the angels, the guardians,
While my bruised ego prevents sleep.
Be gone demon!

© JP/davh


WWP 146 ahha or arg, a moment?
Not all ah ha moments are 'splendorific'. Sometimes they just are. While not totally resolved,
I am attempting to pick up the pieces and move forward, without spreading ill winds.

WWP 145: Guiding Zephyr

http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/2013/03/06/prompt-145-its-post-your-poems-day/


Guiding Zephyr...
Wind came out of Mother’s mouth today
not soft and gentle like ocean breezes,
but horridly steamy and foul like the whiff of dead skunk.

Wind came out of Father’s mouth hail bent on destruction
wanting to retaliate, I imagined him holding his fists balled -
yet wanting tornado like action to sweep her away

Wind came out of my mouth as a sigh
as I remained hidden behind the door of my room
wanting Dorothy’s fate - to be lifted, and landing in Oz

Wind whispered a plan in my ear... it was time, now
to leave their 'whether' to themselves - brute forces
creating damage - they could clean up after themselves

Wind guided me out the window, the basement one -
level with the ground - I took the screen away,
removed the glass paneled louvers and crawled out.

Wind jiggled the change in my coat pocket and
guided me to the bus station, barely ruffling the
fake fur that surrounded the hood of my jacket

Wind sang me lullabies as I rode away in the darkness
suspecting I would return, but knowing that when I did, little
would change - but at least for the moment, I slept in quiet.

© JP/davh

Perhaps it is the rue of the dysfunctional family that it provides fodder for poetic angst.
This piece is semi-autobiographical. One can go home again...but it is never quite the same.
So we take a step forward, move on and create new homes...

At Least for Today

At Least for Today
She wants a different chair -
Only blind in one eye,
Toting an oxygen tank -
Doesn’t like cold weather,
But she does like being close to family.

She wants a different chair
Other than the one she slumps in
That resides within her studio apartment
Where the kitchenette is hardly used.
And there is no room for entertaining.

She wants a different chair
Other than the electric scooter
That takes up too much space -
That she rides down halls to dinner,
And won’t take out of the building.

She wants a different chair
On the weekends, her weekdays
Are already long enough -
Since she barely moves anymore because
She chooses to limit her participation...

She wants a different chair
Not the one near the community puzzle
Not the one in the craft room -
Not the one in the exercise room -
Since they moved it off of her floor.

She wants a different chair
But still in a familiar surrounding,  in her daughters’ home
Home where she’ll sit until dinner or sometimes her sons’
home, but the seven steps up,  make her winded.
Or a non-booth of a restaurant will do, too.

She wants a different chair
So we attempt to accommodate her,
When she calls twice in the same day
To confirm the same weekend routines...
Because she wants a different chair.
© JP/davh  

SW Wordle 98: Order Up! (non-story)

http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2013/03/03/wordle-98/

blue, blessed, deserves, first, gasps, instant,

slap, snare, dust, unbalance, ride, wings

Order Up!

The unbalance of

the snare in

an instant

SLAP!

The *dust* of *blue* insect

><   wings... took a ride.   ><

An old trap in the abandoned

hermit’s cabin - their new refuge.

At least the eldest knew some survival skills.

What blessed animal deserves such actions? - First

the younger children let out huge gasps...but then the

cooked rabbit stew in their bellies, that tasted just fine.

(c) JP/davh