We

What you choose to do, to believe;
who you choose to love, to marry;
are not to be judged but celebrated -
one human being to another
alive and free.

*Day 14 April 2011 Poem a Day Challenge. Prompt: Ain’t none of my business.

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Yearbook – 1983

Evenly spaced rows of long ago,

pages filled with promises of forever

friendships and confessions of love

too young to see the jagged paths

ahead.

*Day 13 April 2011 PAD Challenge. Prompt: Old Relationship

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Formless

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
themselves.

*Day 12 of April 2011 PAD Challenge. Prompt: Write an anti-form poem.

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Maybe Tomorrow

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 _______.

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I Love You

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,
never again.

*Day 10 April 2011 PAD Challenge. Prompt: Write a never again poem.

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6:12 AM

Fresh fire flashes beyond
crashing crests, melodic sounds
streak once silent skies, while dark
arched dolphins announce a new day.

*Day 9 April 2011 PAD Challenge. Prompt: Write a time of day poem.

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Celebrating Me

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…

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An Education

What if our time upon this earth
was but a preparation for our time
upon the next?

*Day seven of the April 2011 PAD Challenge. Prompt: What if?

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Don’t Read, Write

I am torn between
the printed page
and the blank. The
former distracting me
from filling the latter.

*Day 6 of the April PAD Challenge. Prompt: Fill in Don’t ______, ______ and make it the title.

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The End

I see you in the grooved lines
of our now empty room, letters
conjugating promises of love,
deconstructed and abandoned I allow
myself to be consumed, alive again
as I ever was.

*Day 5 of the April 2011 PAD Challenge. The prompt: Write a serious or silly poem.

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