National Poetry Month Celebration 2019 - Post Poems Here!

[Gyppo]

NAPO 3 - 2019

Courtesy. 

 Walking through town yesterday,
 in my own world and with no need to rush,
 I paused.  Letting two hurrying ladies cross my path.

One, in her own world, never even noticed me.
The other, a surprised hitch in her stride,
smiled and thanked me.

Chivalry isn't yet dead,
and neither is appreciation.

But I doubt if either of them imagined
they'd be enshrined in a poem,
like a beetle in amber.

Gyppo

[Colm Roe]

30 ways to die. 
#2

It comes in bitter silence, 
pertinent sentences 
that roll unspoken 
inside his skull,
with no means of escape.

He staples them to each other, 
as the paper
becomes parchment

inside he tells her everything.

Running out of time and room
words expand to their own pressure,
press themselves into life, tangible 
but trapped, 
they know their destiny.

Outside she waits
knows what's inside him
senses the clicks and swells, yet
sours, more frustrated
boring imaginary holes 
in his stubborn head, while hers 
will remain 
forever intact.

[Colm Roe]

30 ways to die.
#3
Suicide is quick?

In my neck of the woods
they choose the noose.
Litter trees,
and leave (especially
when discovered
by parents or siblings)
seeds that fruit
perennial. 
  

[Sharon Leigh]

Death of a Former Lover



I dress up today, I don't know why. I want
to wear the Red Dress, but it's long gone and besides
it's not appropriate for funerals. I sit toward the back.

I see your widow, as if all color has been drained from her,
gray-scaled, limp. See your sons, their broad straight backs.
Walk past the casket, you do look at peace. Your hands

like putty, lips and cheeks like wax. On the drive home, alone,
I open the window, let early April wind mess my hair. Play
Two Dozen Roses, loud. Recall your eyes, lapis in the sun.



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[Colm Roe]

Love these poems Sharon.
So accessible...but they also weave a way to instantly/effortlessly picture a way for the reader to 'watch your movie'...or their detailed version of it.
More please 
Love your sexy red dress BTW 
  

[ajduclos]

Marvelous - you say so much by saying so little, and saying it well...........

[binx]

4/2

When a Person Dies

Odd people gather,
like a brood of same birds,
to remember a drunken rambling from 1978
or the childhood trauma of a dog
hit by a Dodge Dart—

mother cried, father nearly died
and later that evening, ivy rustled
and scratched
against a bedroom screen

Who was this person
leaving a life lying around
for all the wrong people
to remember?

by George

[Sharon Leigh]

Thanks Colm, ajd... Colm, you've got us all poeming about death now!

We're all wannabe's

Guess I could go back to my motherhood poems, but eh. I'm kind of bored with them. Who knows!

[Colm Roe]

Nice one George.
Love the ending.

[Colm Roe]

Really enjoyed yours too Gyppo.
And another super last stanza.