Here is a poem I wrote for my online poetry group:
favorite things
sunshine smiles and gumdrop kisses
cowboys and indians
and fairy tale wishes
dinner by candlelight, walks on the beach
lying in bed
when he is in reach
grimy hand messes, crumbs on the floor
muddy footprints
and jam on the door
spills on the stove, oven disasters
always more stuff
to clean up after
these are a few of my favorite things
my prince and princess
and of course my king
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Wednesday Prompts
Even though the April Poem A Day Challenge is long over, Robrt Lee Brewer is still throwing out a weekly Wednesday prompt over at his Poetic Asides blog: http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides/
His prompt from yesterday was "something you've been through." Here is my day late submission:
Five Years
He asked her to dance and asked
for a Ferris wheel ride. He told her
he was interested in settling down
as he jetted off in the night. He
“forgot” to call and made her wait
wondering. But then made it all up
with a night on the town and a
pretty excuse about phones on the
road. He carried her along with
promises galore while she planned
out a wedding for years. He
neglected to mention all the other
women that she feared, but never
let herself believe. For five years
he strung her along, as she waited
and worried and hoped. Till she came
down with a case of common sense
and ran away to Cancun.
His prompt from yesterday was "something you've been through." Here is my day late submission:
Five Years
He asked her to dance and asked
for a Ferris wheel ride. He told her
he was interested in settling down
as he jetted off in the night. He
“forgot” to call and made her wait
wondering. But then made it all up
with a night on the town and a
pretty excuse about phones on the
road. He carried her along with
promises galore while she planned
out a wedding for years. He
neglected to mention all the other
women that she feared, but never
let herself believe. For five years
he strung her along, as she waited
and worried and hoped. Till she came
down with a case of common sense
and ran away to Cancun.
Labels:
PAD Challenge,
Poetic Asides,
poetry,
Robert Lee Brewer
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