The First of May and The Poet

The First of May 

 

So, the last day of PAD arrived with a prompt of “The _________”  . I went with the theme of the whole month. I love this poetic marathon every year; I just hope to keep at it. I hope to polish up a few poems and submit some for publication. Perhaps THIS will be the year!

cold bell

2017

 

The Poet

she breathes the air of yesterday
infused with memories sweet and clear
outside her window, falling rain transports her
to childhood afternoons
or to the coast of Ireland
or to a washed out hope

she dreams of possibilities and regrets
possibilities give her words that soar
regrets form melancholic stanzas
and so she writes
into the night
on tear-stained paper

she walks through days alone
gathering images and syllables
saving them in her pocket
hiding them in her heart
until they spill out
unrestrained and satisfying

For What is Faith?

The prompt for PAD Day 24 was “faith” . The day before I had just posted the following quote while hashtagging on twitter

 

“…you don’t have to understand things for them to be.” – from A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle

faith

September, 2016

 

For What is Faith?

I find myself questioning without doubting
Not understanding but believing
For what is faith?

The substance of things hoped for
Even when my mind is perplexed
My heart is pierced with truth

The evidence of things not seen but sure
Indications and manifestations to hold me
To keep me on the way

Hope, that thing with feathers
Faith fluttering as a breeze
Mystifying yet dependable

Every Summer

The prompt for PAD Day 10 was “travel.”

Every Summer

Every summer we traveled past the cornfields of south Georgia
I marveled at the tall green stalks swaying as we passed by
My brothers played Punch Buggy and Beaver –
Hitting each other while I dreamed out the window

Every summer as we came into the rolling hills of north Georgia
I marveled at the highway cut right through the red clay and gray rock
My brothers argued over “v” in the alphabet game
While the flatlands of Florida melted from my mind

Every summer when we arrived at Mamaw’s house
I breathed in the sweet scent of the magnolia next to the gravel drive
My brothers inspected the old shed full of ancient tools and treasures
While I admired the claw foot tub and inhaled the soft fragrance of Dove soap

Those were the days of cousins and fireflies and Red Light-Green Light
Where we snuggled up on the creaky couch to laugh at old photos
The fuzzy black and white TV droned in the background
Every summer in Georgia felt like going home

bros 1964

Me and my brothers – before they were punching each other

Sound

Today’s PAD prompt was “sound”.  Here’s my sound memory…

 

 

Sweet Notes

The  sound of him singing

“Sweet Caroline”

at the top of his voice

from the shower

brings a smile and warms

my heart

I am amazed

at the change in him

 

who would have

ever thought

he’d be a Neil Diamond fan?

this tall boy-man

who left home to be a soldier

and returned

so thin and worldly-wise

 

yet I still hear

the boy in his voice

and see it in his grin.

 

You can read last year’s Day 6 poem HERE.

Elements

periodic

from Google Play

Today’s PAD prompt was to write an “elements” poem. I thought I’d have a little fun with it!

 Elementally Speaking

Universally stands Uranium
Along with Neptunium and Plutonium
The silvery Samarium
Hangs with Europium and Francium
“United We Stand” sings Americium
Along with Californium
And little Berkelium
There’s rare sister Ruthenium
With her brother, Lawrencium
and their friend, Einsteinium
We could all use some Technetium
With our Chrom(book)ium
But no one likes Livermorium
This list is fairly Nobelium
And that’s not even Hafnium!