April 26 — A Poem A Day

Tradition vs. Innovation

One advocates change.
The other stands on its laurels.
One wants total renovation.
The other is content with the status quo.
One wants to maintain.
The other wants to destroy and rebuild.
Each seeks total control.

Debate, their first-born child,
Is abandoned.
Compromise, their next-born,
Is rejected.
Hope, spontaneously aborts.
Triumph, withers in the womb,


Poetic Asides, Day 26
Prompt: write a poem about miscommunication

April 25th — Poem A Day

Super Market

Grocery shopping I must go,
Got to get some food, you know.
Here’s a magazine. Here’s a book.
At the videos, I must look.
I simply must browse through the wine,
To sip upon while we dine.
Next stop — one of my favorite places,
Full of flowers and exotic vases.
One isle over I find cool toys,
To entertain both girls and boys.
Toothpaste, deodorant and some soap,
To keep me fresh and sweet, I hope.
At the check stand is the candy.
They put it there to keep it handy.
To the clerk, I chat real nice,
And ask her for a bag of ice.
I leave the store in a happy mood —
Yet to realize I’ve bought no food.


Poetic Asides, Day 25
Prompt: write a poem about an event

April 24th — A Poem A Day

Cyberspace Casanova
Suave and debonair,
he flits from blog to blog
flirting lasciviously,
leaving bits of innuendo
for each lovely maid.

He tenders verse in
one size fits all,
insulting ladies
left and right
in commonality.

Sublimely unaware of his offense,
he recoils in surprise when confronted.
Oh how it pains him to be labeled
feckless and insincere; he leaves,
proclaiming himself betrayed.

Of course he knows,
she still loves him;
how could she not?
He is a legendary Lothario
in his own mind.


Poetic Asides, Day 24
Prompt: write a poem about travel

April 23 — A Poem A Day

Seasonal Heart

Old Sol claims the sky
by day, sweetening the fruit
for the harvest moon;

in your eyes I long to see
a desire for my heart,

Leaves begin to turn,
soon the air grows crisp and chill,
the sun grows aloof;

but you gift me with no smile
and hope withers in my breast.

Snow blankets the ground,
breath hangs upon frigid air
and ice rules the day;

like frost you chill my passions.
I no longer seek your charms.

Tender leaves unfurl,
life reaches toward the sky and
timid blossoms bloom;

your interest in me only flares
as my passion for you wanes.


Poetic Asides, Day 23
Prompt: write a poem regret