Day 10 PAD 2023

This poem is presented in its rough draft form for the PAD 2023 challenge and will be revised.

“How These Days”

Oh, how these days simply fall away
into moments we wish we could hold
onto. Smiles, even as stories told,
tainted with regret of passing days.

A truth we all ignore, as we pray
for the secret to change time; fool’s gold.
Oh, how these days simply fall away
into moments we wish we could hold.

We walk past pictures hung in hallways
as if we are wearing a blindfold
around our hearts, scared, a stronghold,
fear that we’ve only lived for someday.
Oh, how these days simply fall away.


Poetic Form: Rondel

PAD 2022 Day 12: Counting

 This poem is presented in its rough draft form for the PAD 2022 challenge and will be revised. 

PAD Prompt: Counting

Poetic Form: Descort

“Fall Sky”

I 

am looking at the stars on a clear fall night. 

A thought, like a comet 

crosses my mind… then my heart. 

I was seeing more stars than I had days left to watch them. 

I rotate on 

a tilting axis. 

There will be a time that my children 

will gaze at the constellations 

without me 

Time, a meteorite that survives our desires, 

crashes 

through my mind, burning up all my beliefs of forever after.

April Poetry Challenge 2021: Day Twenty-Two

Day 22 Prompt: Nature

Form: hay(na)ku

Days

call me

away from youth.

Poetic Form 39: Triolet

These Days

These days of living bruise my soul.

Lost in the maze of uncertainty,

following the path to a broken north pole.

These days of living bruise my soul.

Another paper line used for damage control,

tears and blood blurring the line mournfully.

These days of living bruise my soul.

Lost in the maze of uncertainty.

Poetic Form #39: Triolet

The triolet form has a unique structure. It is an 8-line poem with the 
following format: 

A - first line

B - second line

a - rhymes with first line

A - repeat first line

a - rhymes with first line

b - rhymes with second line

A - repeat first line

B - repeat second line

Poetic Form 25: Cyrch A Chwta

 

For Someone

 

For someone, it is the end

of the world. Lost more than friend

and enemy. Days are penned

for a life they hope defends

the soul’s moment to transcend.

Sons, moms, everyone extends

their hands to a tomorrow

not promised. Know love’s amends.

Poetic Form #25: Cyrch a Chwta

Cyrch a Chwta is a Welsh poetic form. The poem is 8-lines with 7 syllables in 
each line. The lines 1 through 6 and 8 have the same end rhyme. 
Line 7 has a cross rhyme with line 8 on either syllable 3, 4, or 5.

Poetry Challenge Day 20: Isolation

 

These Days

What will the story be when they write about these days?   

We were walking behind screens with everyone

Feeling alone on a crowded subway train

Then came these days

    forced into isolation by nature and man

Discovered that we are not enough

These days we are craving the simple

    Handshake

    Hug

    even a Smile

Locked behind doors, ordering

contactless interactions

We took for granted more than tomorrow

Now our wishes are muddled behind masks

    always six feet away

Someday

the shades will open again

a hug will be used to say hello

reservations made for 7:30

But not today

What will your story be when you write about these days?

Poetry Challenge Day 15: Dream

 

I Dream of Better Days

I dream of better days

When a handshake can seal the deal

When I can eat a wild apple, the peel

Stuck in my teeth, juice on my chin

I dream of better days

When a hug will feel like Christmas

When I can choose to stand last

In a line, not feel like sin

I dream of better days

When the playground slide is free

When the masks fall to see

Smiles from strangers and kin

I dream of better days

When hearts’ desires are pursued

When a day lived is not a feud

Between regret and wanting to begin

I dream of better days...