Recess (Going On Holiday)

“Come and play” the soft voice whispers in my ear,

And I open my eyes to see who is there.

“Come and play” it whispers again

As I rub and stretch the sleep from my skin.

 

“It’s nice out here. Come and see.”

But I ignore the words and drink my tea.

“Please come and play. I’m lonely and bored.”

Instead I read the news and leave the voice ignored.

 

“Won’t you at least look outside?”

I glance at the pile of dishes needing to be washed and dried.

“Isn’t the sky looking especially blue?”

It does remind me of the waters of Corfu.

 

Maybe I’ll step outside for a moment, or two

Feel the sun on my face, let the breeze set my hair askew.

But then, perhaps, a drive might be nice

Go somewhere new, let fate roll the dice.

 

“Come and play” the sky whispered in my ear,

So I packed my bags. Au revoir, my dear.

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Ode to Ra

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I’d seek me a poet
Too likely to find
Me driven (I know it)
Right out of my mind

With rhymes falling
Somewhere twixt
Someone and Seuss
Something within me
Then giggles, runs loose

Loose like the running
Of fingers through sand
Loose, unbecoming
Laid back on the land
Loose as a goosey
All feathered with down
Words run profusely
Out, back, and around.

Running like rivers
Run into the sea
Upon the sea shore
Should it be Shel I see?
Time runs like diamonds
Turn tumbled and whole
Your world turned to rhyme and
A poem your soul.

 

Sometimes poetry by other poets inspires me to poem – in this case a tip of the poetic hat to Shel Silverstein, by Ra Avis, in her poem ‘I am magnificent’

Beware of Trojans Hiding in the Dessert

 

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Rich, velvet-smoothed decadence

Of chocolate cheesecake death,

Topped with whipped cream.

The only thing missing from his apology,

Besides the actual words,

Was the cherry on top,

And he ate half before I had a single bite;

So much for asking for forgiveness.

Chocolate apologies lie.

 

* Written in 2014 after being brought a physical apology instead of a verbal one. Needless to say, it wasn’t a sincere apology in the least, but did inspire a poem to immortalize the situation. 😉 #BewareOfWriters

#NaPoWriMo po-eh-TREE

Today’s prompt called for things I didn’t know had a name, but which I ADORE making – calligrams – poems in the shape of the thing they’re poeming. I usually go with trees, but I’ve also used waves before now…and I can’t remember what else. Trees tend to work best, though, and I thought (because life is tough enough right now) I’d use ‘one I made earlier’

Tree Poem

 

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