what does that mean?
falling short
is that a poke
at the vertically challenged?
that's not funny
or is it the punchline
to a politically incorrect joke
about a Native American name?
that's not funny either
falling a short distance
just might be a good thing
dust off your knees
and hop tall again
what I worry about is
falling behind
I've got emails to send
papers to grade
poems to post
a novel to write
and my butt is sagging
/ / /
This poem was written in response to the Rise and Fall prompt at Poetic Bloomings.
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Monday, October 10, 2011
Tuesday, October 04, 2011
It Had Been
his energy waned
he was fearful
he didn't mind being alone
except that he was lonely now
it hadn't always been this way
he had lived a life of adventure
his face had known many smiles
he had myriad loves
he could play music and jokes
it had been that way for a long time
he had wandered
and been lost
had looked for signs in headlines
and slept on concrete
it had been that way for too long
he regretted leaving the church
he remembered the circle of love there
he hoped the philosophy he'd cobbled together
would hold him in his final days
it had been his way
he just hoped it was the right one
/ / /
This poem was written in response to Wordle 24 a la Leo at The Sunday Whirl and Wither Goest Thou Kevin Bacon? - Prompt #23 at Poetic Bloomings.
I'm raising funds for The Office of Letters and Light, the nonprofit organization that sponsors National Novel Writing Month in November. Please check out my Night of Writing Dangerously post.
And, in case you missed it, there is my interview with Sherry Blue Sky at Poets United.
he was fearful
he didn't mind being alone
except that he was lonely now
it hadn't always been this way
he had lived a life of adventure
his face had known many smiles
he had myriad loves
he could play music and jokes
it had been that way for a long time
he had wandered
and been lost
had looked for signs in headlines
and slept on concrete
it had been that way for too long
he regretted leaving the church
he remembered the circle of love there
he hoped the philosophy he'd cobbled together
would hold him in his final days
it had been his way
he just hoped it was the right one
/ / /
This poem was written in response to Wordle 24 a la Leo at The Sunday Whirl and Wither Goest Thou Kevin Bacon? - Prompt #23 at Poetic Bloomings.
I'm raising funds for The Office of Letters and Light, the nonprofit organization that sponsors National Novel Writing Month in November. Please check out my Night of Writing Dangerously post.
And, in case you missed it, there is my interview with Sherry Blue Sky at Poets United.
Labels:
NaNoWriMo,
poetic,
Poetic Bloomings,
Poets United,
The Sunday Whirl,
wordle
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