Friday, May 20, 2016

The Last of Thirty 2016 National Poetry Month Final Works

I lost track of National Poetry Month, and didn't get the final few poems posted to this site. I'll post the last few in one post, so if you were following, you can catch up all at once. Here goes: 

Twenty Seven of Thirty, Hiaku: One Cute Puppy

Her Highness sits proud
Knowing treats will soon abound
That's one cute puppy

Poem & Photo (c) 4.27.16

Twenty Eight of Thirty, Poem: Friendship

Speaking of food
Or were we speaking of friendship
The breaking of bread
the ineffable moment
In liminal places, connection
Ingesting the intangible
Flavor of Spirit
Like tangerine in summer

Photo & Poem 4.28.16

Twenty Nine of Thirty, Poem: Mother's Hearts

Mothers Hearts
Mother's hearts break easily, for
Children, thoughtless, plan their lives
Impetuously, as if they burst forth from
Petri dish, no tender care or early
Morning soothing, rubbing bubbly
Tummies or gentle kisses upon scraped
Knees and tender adolescent hearts
Somewhere along the line, no matter how
Much mother has loved and worked
And given, no matter how many late
Nights away in pursuit of dinners
Tomorrow better than those she could
Afford today, child seems to yearn for
Someone else's life, someone else's
Mother, someone who can magically
Afford more than she will ever have in
Spite of her hours of sleep lost, her hours
Of worry when they slept, sick and
Feverish. Mothers love, most mothers
Love without knowing this destiny of
Abandonment, of looking up one day
From all their work, from all their hopes,
From all their dreams, and finding
Themselves weary, aging, empty
Without those for whom they worked
So hard, and never knowing why

(c) 4.29.16

Thirty of Thirty, Poem: Sunset

As the sun sinks into the western sea
yesterday's dreams scatter like shells
on the sandy beach, handfuls of sand dollars
well worn sea-glass tumbled in relentless waves
what have we done but build castles on shifting sands
Hoping the waves would somehow let us be
Praying for a miraculous smile
from the frigid face of that cold, hard moon

Photo & Poem (c) 4.20.16

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