Bits of imagery
Captured by a camera
Reflected
Refracted
Rearranged
As the window distorted
What was actually there.
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Reflections-Refractions
Category: poetry
Finally—A Bite
It’s been a long time
Since I caught someone’s eye
We don’t exchange glances
As we pass by
Even the mosquitoes
Don’t touch my arm
Will sipping my blood
Cause them some harm?
But finally last night
Someone felt an attraction
A mosquito bite left
Me an itchy reaction.
Happy Hydration Day and Pink Day–June 23, 2019
What do you think
About wearing pink?
Is it a color you might put into your drink?
Pink lemonade is a drink when it’s hot
You drink Pepto Bimol when you intestines are shot
Do you feel in the pink on a very fine day
Are you tickled pink when they like what you say?
Are you a pink collar worker without equal pay?
Have you gotten a pink slip and let go today?
National Limerick Day–May 12
Observed annually on May 12, National Limerick Day celebrates the birthday of English artist, illustrator, author and poet Edward Lear (May 12, 1812 – Jan. 29, 1888). Lear is known mostly for his literary nonsense in poetry, prose and limericks.
There once was a girl from Nantucket
Who carried her lunch in a bucket
Her biscuit’s so hard, it bounced more than a yard
And so she decided to chuck it.
Example of Edward Lear’s Limericks. He is probably best known for the Owl and the Pussycat
There was an Old Man with a beard,
Who said, “It is just as I feared!—
Two Owls and a Hen, four Larks and a Wren,
Have all built their nests in my beard.
Heart of Stone: Flint
If you want to be left alone,
They may say you have a heart of stone
But if that stone is made of flint?
If you strike sparks, then that’s a hint.
When flint is met with a will of steel
Your heart can light up like a Catherine wheel.
Spontaneous combustion with just a spark
Enough to lighten up the dark.
Mission Accomplished
It’s been thirty days since I wrote the first
Some were better, most were worse
It’s not always easy to write in verse.
Some had rhymes, some had thought
Some of them were badly wrought
But a daily poem is what you got.
Day 30, Poem 30. Goal reached.
The Trickle of Water
The water trickled down his throat
Striking
Each
Parched
Spot
With
Slow
Deliberation.
Chilling
Refreshing
Restoring
Drop
by
Drop
Reservations at Easter Brunch
She kept stroking his left arm
While he grasped her right thigh.
No words were exchanged,
It was done on the sly.
They were getting quite hungry
But not for the food.
I guess all this foreplay
Was setting the mood.
Was she a lovely new bride,
He an eager young groom?
Instead of brunch reservations
Just reserve a room.
I Felt Your Presence
I felt your presence last night.
The soundwaves of your quiet breath
Lapped at the cove of my ear.
Your hand softly brushed across
the strands of my hair
Fanned across the pillow.
I feigned sleep
Trying hard to recall a Bosnian proverb
I wanted to include in a poem.
When I awoke this morning,
I realized that there was no Bosnian proverb.
You were over one hundred miles away.
Only the memory of
Your hand stroking my hair was real.
Poem in Your Pocket Day–April 18
Poem in Your Pocket Day 2019 is on April 18 and is part of National Poetry Month. On this day, select a poem, carry it with you, and share it with others at schools, bookstores, libraries, parks, workplaces, street corners, and on social media using the hashtag #pocketpoem.
What kind of poem will you carry? Will it be something you wrote or a long time favorite?
Last year the Jefferson-Madison Regional Library left small rolled cylinders containing poems for people to in Charlottesville, Albemarle, Nelson, Greene, and Louisa Counties on April 26. They even left rolls for discovering around the Downtown Mall. This year they are doing it on April 25
Stop by your local library branch and pick out a gift-wrapped poem to carry in your pocket. Unwrap it and read it to yourself, share with someone close, or just tuck it in your pocket for a rainy day.
How will you celebrate the day?
