This poem is presented in its rough draft form for the PAD 2023 challenge and will be revised.
“Fear …”
Fear frames
Faith
For family
For friends
Fear freezes fortune
Falling feathers
Found
Frozen
Fear forges
Fangs
For feeding
For fading
Fear finds fame
Favorite
Fist
Falling
Forgiveness forgotten
Face facts
Fear…
Poetic Form: Tautogram
“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
Special challenge from prompt: write six six-word poems, each using one of the above words.
He
pulls back
love’s broken bow.
Nothing
leans like
a child’s eyes.
The
day breaks
on empty park.
Demons
saw free
our deepest fears.
She
tears a
poem for her.
Wounds
don’t heal.
They only change.
Poetic Form: Hay(na)ku
This poem is presented in its rough draft form for the PAD 2023 challenge and will be revised.
“A Fox’s Answer”
The sun draws back the blanket
of the night from a banquet
of flowers in a field still
with dew, until a bandit
robs the morning of silence.
A flash of red in violets’
purple, strikes a joyful chord.
A fox lord, in defiance
of the questions I have come
to ask the sun. An outcome
that is now in doubt. I’m lost
in the softness, yet still numb
from fate’s decisions for my
life. The fox stops, looks, its eyes
answers questions I do not
ask. It trots back toward the sky.
Poetic Form: Englyn Cyrch
This poem is presented in its rough draft form for the PAD 2023 challenge and will be revised.
“Back Home”
So this is what goodbye taste like, saline mixed
with what could have been. My eyes water, transfixed
by the way the sky is turning blue. It won’t fix
the darkness of questions that sit in my throat,
scratching my palate with history’s dust motes
stirred when we went searching for life’s anecdote.
Pictures of your love story, faded, vintage
moments of youth. Smiles, with salted glass ridges.
Photos of life lived, now a waning image.
We let laughter fall between the tears we share
with the knowledge that too soon one of these chairs
will be empty. We swallow tomorrow’s prayer.
Poetic Form: Stornello
This poem is presented in its rough draft form for the PAD 2023 challenge and will be revised.
“Another Storm”
The night is filled with a thunder
that troubles my dreams. I wonder
if my sins are reaching
for my soul. Calling me to pay
for all the times I couldn’t stay.
The lightning beseeching
me to bend my knees to receive
retribution for hearts deceived.
I toss and turn under
the blanket of an ignorance,
of wanting more like Icarus.
Now my heart asunder.
The rain doesn’t care for my plea.
It only wants to share the debris
I left on the streets of
lovers’ hopes of life together.
A reminder, from this weather,
that I promised them love.
Poetic Form: Rime Couee
This poem is presented in its rough draft form for the PAD 2023 challenge and will be revised.
“The Night”
Ignite nerves.
Candles burn flames
dancing, reflecting curves.
Skin seeking
kisses
seeking skin.
Curves reflecting dancing.
Flames burn candles,
nerves ignite.
Poetic Form: Palindrome
