Evenly spaced rows of long ago,
pages filled with promises of forever
friendships and confessions of love
too young to see the jagged paths
*Day 13 April 2011 PAD Challenge. Prompt: Old Relationship
These words flow onto the page
in their own special way and my mind
is weakened by the idea of shaping,
paring, and fleshing them out into your
structure, into what you think is right,
when I’d much rather just let them be
*Day 12 of April 2011 PAD Challenge. Prompt: Write an anti-form poem.
The world might stop spinning,
the sun cease to exist,
the moon could crumble
but somehow we always forget this.
I would tell you the truth
if I thought it were true
that these weren’t the last moments
of what’s been me and you.
*Day 11 April 2011 PAD Challenge. Prompt: Maybe _______.
They are the words I’ve always wanted to hear and still you spill them
as if they are worth nothing. What place must you go to conjure up
the strength to say such things with nothing solid behind them, only air,
forgotten after your next breath and yet I sit here, their sounds tumbling
through my heart wanting to believe while my brain screams never again,
*Day 10 April 2011 PAD Challenge. Prompt: Write a never again poem.
Opened to the Table of Contents I run
my finger down the shiny page stopping
at my name. Across to the page number I turn
and see the title that came to me in a dream
and below the words arranged as my broken
heart and faltering hand had laid them across
a blank page a year ago today.
*Day 8 of April 2011 PAD Challenge. Prompt: A celebration…
Tonight I saw a picture drawn
by a nameless child
his watery eyes telling
what his mouth could not
Two stick arms,
two stick legs,
body, a beautiful
round head –
the only part colored in
*Day Four of the April 2011 PAD Challenge. Prompt: Write a poem about a type of person.