National Poetry Month Celebration 2019 - Post Poems Here!

[Lecram06]

Triolet 9

Day six of radioactivity
I'm reaching for my leper's bell
The finches signal serendipity
Day six of radioactivity
The aspens gesture opportunity
I take the hint, peer down the well
Day six of radioactivity
I'm reaching for my leper's bell.

[Lecram06]

Colm - You write with an iron fist guarding an overflowing heart.  Marcel

Lisa - With one sentence offered slice by slice, you leave me with an indelible image in my study window.  Marcel

[ajduclos]

#9


Actuate

Collect semen from a dead guy?
The Church isn’t ready to talk.
His wife isn’t ready for a family.
His parents aren’t ready to let go.
No disrespect intended, but Darwin
would turn over in his casket
if he were alive today.

Tracy ~ you nailed it - love the ready repetition

[Vaughn Neeld]

Gyppo. Your poem "Maureen" just hit me in the solar plexus. I also used to get comments like that: "You couldn't have done it." I did, and I know you did too. Love your poetry. Von
 

[Vaughn Neeld]

Day 9

Yesterday, pastures
beyond the fence
lay sere.

Today, pastures
beyond the fence
spring green.

 

[ajduclos]

Gyppo. Your poem "Maureen" just hit me in the solar plexus. I also used to get comments like that: "You couldn't have done it." I did, and I know you did too. Love your poetry. Von

Gyppo - just now read Maureen - buckled my knees.  Buckled my knees as it hit Vaughn in the gut.  Heard some of that, too - was often accused of plagiarism, of paraphrasing........  Well, here we are now.  Would have loved to have known Maureen.  So wonderfully written.  Hope you are well.
Aimé  

[ajduclos]

Day 9

Yesterday, pastures
beyond the fence
lay sere.

Today, pastures
beyond the fence
spring green.

Vaughn - so few words, so expansive the visual - beautiful

[ajduclos]

Day 9
 

Bloody Hell

 

 Something's wrong in shades of blue
what the bloody hell
 if maybe we only knew  

Drained empty these dismal days
oh the bloody hell
all those endless yesterdays  

Cracks in the walls glimmer light
why the bloody hell
 only now scraps of insight  

Pain long shuttered now vivid
damn and bloody hell
 too late the veil is lifted 

Tomorrow the sun will rise
and the bloody hell

  of it will be dark grey skies  

[indar]

would turn over in his casket

if he were alive today.

Big subject--succinctly raised Tracy,

Medical ethics--took a couple of classes--couldn't have imagined the breadth of issues that could conceivably come up now that we are discovering how to exploit our fellows and their bodies (dead or alive)  not to mention manipulating our DNA.  

[Gyppo]

Re the comments about Maureen.

The fascinating thing is that we weren't even friends, just two quiet little 'creatives' in the same class.  But that quiet little creature suddenly found her voice and stepped up to defend me.  In the face of an adult's hostility.

Looking back she was quietly forceful with her small group of friends, but, like me, she avoided 'whole class' discussions.  Definite opinions, but she wouldn't force them.

I have a theory about this.  Those who are gifted/talented - and not big-headed about it - often don't feel the need to constantly prove it to the world at large.  They just know.  When they get more confident they're more willing to share.  Sometimes.

I'd love to be able to say I had a chance to return the favour but it never arose.

I thanked her afterwards, out in the corridor between classes.  All I got back was a  gruff little "That's okay."  Addressed to her feet, fringe covering her eyes.

Gyppo