“What of a Breath?”
What of a breath? The first - the last
and all the ones in between that
we forget to count as we live
without guarantee of the next?
Hands shaking, chest too tight to breathe.
What of a breath? The first - the last.
Years of sweat and tears coming due.
Sweet taste of air when dreams arrive.
The one held before the first kiss
then lost when she smiles goodnight.
What of a breath? The first - the last.
Moments that change your views of life.
Holding hands as life fades away.
Too many questions to ask but
knowing that all you have is now.
What of a breath? The first - the last.
Poetic Form: Quatern
Saturday, April 22, 2023
Day 22 PAD 2023
Tuesday, April 4, 2023
Day 4 PAD 2023
This poem is presented in its rough draft form for the PAD 2023 challenge and will be revised.
“Her”
Her kiss tastes like strawberries - wild under the sun
I’m chasing my heart like clouds, playfully changing
shape across a blinding blue - fading to twilight
Darkness makes me lost, trembling - it was just a dream
Poetic Form imayo
Monday, May 2, 2022
PAD 2022 Day 26: Anti-love
This poem is presented in its rough draft form for the PAD 2022 challenge and will be revised.
PAD Prompt: Anti-love
Poetic Form: Catena Rondo
“Let’s Be Honest”
Let’s finally be honest about this.
Love is an illusion we compose
with recycled cliches no one knows.
Let’s finally be honest about this.
Love is an illusion we compose.
Past moments quickly fade.
We color in loneliness. It never stays.
Love is an illusion we compose.
Past moments quickly fade
reminding us that love is already gone.
Every kiss ends, every person moves on.
Past moments quickly fade
reminding us that love is already gone.
We stand alone holding the aftershocks
from broken hearts now behind locks,
reminding us that love is already gone.
Let’s finally be honest about this.
Love is an illusion we compose
with recycled cliches no one knows.
Let’s finally be honest about this.
Thursday, June 10, 2021
Fourth Day MVICW Conference
The morning session for Martha's Vineyard Institute of Creative Writing Writers' Conference was titled, "Who's on First? The Persona Poem at Play". The session was parallel to yesterday's session, but had unique aspects that expanded my understanding of the persona poem. Again, these poems were done during the open writing time, so they will probably be revised later.
The first writing prompt was centered on a fictional character. I chose the very hungry caterpillar on Saturday morning.
“In the Park”
Hmmm,
There should be a song about Saturdays and parks
What a lovely day
I almost don’t feel the fear of why
I am so ravished with this hunger
It seems as if my very soul is empty
For days I’ve been searching
Enjoying delicious fruits
Walking in your rays
But each night, I fall into a troubled sleep
Stomach hurting
Feeling myself expanding
Each morning
When I see you
This hunger drives me farther from my home
I need more
Huhhh
What is this red and white thing on the ground?
The second writing prompt was centered on a historical event before we were born or during our lives.We were asked to take the perspective of someone at the event that wasn't a main figure. In the Love Poetry session yesterday we read the first ever recorded love poem, "The Love Song of Shu-Sin". I considered how a servant might have been there.
“The Love Poem”
I remember how much time it took
Sun moving through the sky
I would bring her food and drink
She barely touched them
Her hands working the sharp reeds into the wet clay
The pile growing smaller as the edges became dull
I could see her mouth move
Repeating words
Verbal kisses she transcribed onto the clay
I don’t remember what she wrote
I was assigned to prepare for the wedding feast
Before she was done
The next time I served her
She was queen
The afternoon session was focused on prose poetry, "The Pliable Prose Poem". We had a number of writing activities that helped the attendees understand the form. With one of the exercises, our instructor shared info on the Blue Lake Rhino Cave.
“Blue Lake”
We’ve lost more than our names in the waters of today. The echo of us is in the caves formed in our lives by time and trouble. We must take a deeper breath than ever before. Dive into the lake that once created a cave from the death of a rhino.
Monday, February 15, 2021
Poetic Form 92: Ottava Rima
A Better Yesterday
She waits for something more than paper cards.
Written words of affections look so nice
when printed in mass. Love is discarded
with the scraps from dinner. She’ll sacrifice
flowers for a kiss that sets her off guard.
She wants a romance felt more than just twice
a year. She believes in those high school notes,
signed with a heart. Regret tightens her throat.
Poetic Form #92: Ottava Rima
The ottava rima is an Italian from. Lord Byron used this form to write Don Juan.
The ottava rima form has 8 lines with an abababcc rhyme pattern. It is commonly
written in iambic pentameter or 10-syllable lines. The form can be a stand alone
poem, or with any number of stanzas.
Monday, December 28, 2020
Poetic Form 66: Ae Freislighe
Silent Night
I know what your emptiness
means for us in this moment.
Like a lost child’s faithfulness,
waiting for that wrapped present
under the tree, sorrowful
tears sting soft cheeks on Christmas.
Knowing there’s no tomorrow,
only a promise, because
I unwrapped your compromised
kisses under the darkness
of letters you plagiarized.
I know your love is starless.
Poetic Form#66: Ae Freislighe
The Irish poetic form, Ae Freislighe, is an intense rhyming form. It is
Wednesday, November 11, 2020
Poetic Form 64: Terzanelle
Just
I swear your tomorrows will not be the same.
Let me show you the true definition of forever.
Just kiss me like you don’t know his name.
Open your hands, release the smell of his letters.
We can find our way to being lost.
Let me show you the true definition of forever.
Exhale all the sweet nothings he whispered soft.
Lift your eyes when you hear my name.
We can find our way to being lost.
Place his midnight gaze in a flame,
burn away the weight of his promise.
Lift your eyes when you hear my name.
My arms are strong enough for you to find solace.
I’ll mend all the tears he left behind,
burn away the weight of his promise.
Walk with me, who knows what we will find.
I swear your tomorrows will not be the same.
I’ll mend all the tears he left behind.
Just kiss me like you don’t know his name.
Poetic Form #64: Terzanelle
The terzanelle form combines aspects of the villanelle and the terza rima.
The form has nineteen lines, with five triplets and a concluding quatrain. The second
line of each triplet stanza is repeated as the third line in the following stanza.
The first and third lines of the first stanza are the second and final lines of the
concluding quatrain. Traditional terzanelle poems use a consistent iambic meter,
but I did not use that in my poem.
The form is as follows:
A(1) B A(2)
b C B
c D C
d E D
e F E
f A(1) F A(2)
Friday, July 24, 2020
Poetic Form 46: Fibonacci
Kiss
follows the Fibonacci sequence for syllable count per line.








