Unfortunately the photo isn’t mine. The silver fox was there and gone so quickly, I didn’t have time to get my camera. I found this image at PaulBurwell.com
For my birthday,
You said you would visit.
I dressed with care and waited patiently.
Saving my cake and presents to share with you.
I went to bed in tears
vowing to never wait again,
and if you ever return,
I will tell you so.
Poetic Asides, Day 1
Prompt: evoke a feeling of loneliness
A Premature Farewell
Twenty-nine poems in twenty-nine days.
The 30th and final day,
I forgot to post.
My attention span left
Without finishing the job.
Poetic Asides, Day 30
Prompt: write a farewell poem
Posted May 1st, 8:41 a.m. (HST)
I learned my nevers as a child.
Never take candy from strangers.
Never take wooden nickles.
Never count chickens before they’ve hatched.
Never look a gift horse in the mouth.
Never bite the hand that feeds you.
Never cry over spilt milk.
Never sign up to write a poem a day.
Never say never.
Poetic Asides, Day 29
Prompt: write a poem with the title, Never ___
Promptly Sestina, He Said
“Write a sestina,” he said,
and here I sit with eighty seconds to compose.
I hate writing to a time limit and a prompt.
I was suckered in by the romance of, National Poetry Month.
Some of us have to work you know.
I don’t get paid to write poetry.
I write poetry
because I have thoughts I want said —
things I want the world to know.
My words choose their own patterns as I compose,
then I tinker and prod and poke — and rearrange them for a month;
so I hate writing to a time limit and a prompt.
I thought writing every day might prompt
more words from me and enrich my poetry.
Thirty poems in just one month!
“I need the discipline,” I said.
My thoughts were ill composed.
Had I considered the loss of quality, I would have said, “No!”
Yet how was I to know,
that I’d have to be prompt
and learn to compose
Still, I made a vow and I’m living by what I said —
thirty poems in just one month.
Thirty poems in just one month.
Thirty bad poems, you know;
each with something unsaid,
but I served them up prompt,
with my apologizes to the good poetry
I didn’t have time to compose.
I wish I’d had I more time to compose,
I might have succeeded at writing a poem a month
and offered some quality poetry,
but now we’ll never know.
I’ve hated writing to a prompt.
I prefer writing when I’ve the time to express the things I want said.
I said I would compose
poetry to a prompt every day for a month
and I know I will succeed. But after, will I still like poetry?
Poetic Asides, Day 28
Prompt: write a Sestina or a poem about a Sestina