National Poetry Month Celebration 2019 - Post Poems Here!

[Vaughn Neeld]

Indar's poem reminded that I had written two similar poems about the elderly, so I dug one out to share. The older I get, the more I DO think about what standard of care I will receive. And, maybe we will be relieved of the dread by a sudden death. We can only hope.

You are all such inspirations. V

[indar]

I am happy to read from those who have joined TTB for the NaPo challenge that you are inspired in some way by participating here. I hope you all continue to be part of this poetry community. The breathless pace of 1-a-day poems limits, for some of us, the ability to linger, comment and continue to discuss each work. That part of this kind of forum I have found to be invaluable. The more poets that participate the better. 

[indar]

April 22

What Do Crows Eat?

Crows are not black:
truth is iridescent, midnight rainbows
that flash in sunlight.
Such is the difference between first vision
and learning how to see.
 

[Colm Roe]

Very nice Linda.

[Colm Roe]

30 ways to die.
#23

Not in my sleep please,
it's the biggest trip 
I'll ever take,
I want to make sure 
my bags are packed.

So many things to do, like
disconnect the plugs 
set the alarm
redirect the post.

I plan to go gentle
into that good night.
No rage induced sweat,
my body will travel fresh
in newly laundered clothes.

Completely aware, 
I'll look up at the monitor 
and confirm my destination
one last time...

well, that's the plan.








 

[Gyppo]

NAPO 23 - 2019 

Scraper board

In scraper board art the lines are essential.
In some drawings these thin marks
may not, in themselves,
be the image the artist offers.
But they control the darkness.

Gyppo

(Scraper board is known as scratch board in some parts of the world.)

[ajduclos]

Gyppo - the theme continues... lines and (en)light(en) ....... I like it, controlling the dark  !!!

Colm - another worthy write on death - I'd prefer to face it rather than have it take me unawares.

Indar - Splendid - "Such is the difference between first vision and learning how to see" - would that more people could..........

[lisaeagle65]

NAPO 17  - 2019

50 Years and Counting

Over fifty years ago we said goodbye.
In your street clothes instead of your apron,
stood by the head baker's car
waiting for your lift home,
you looked far more grown up,
not the girl who teased me at work, 
and made the world a better place
just by your presence.

We exchanged a few platitudes
and said we'd meet again, some day,
if the gods willed it.

Too young to realise that some day,
sometimes, means never,
and the gods, presumably,
had other fish to fry.

Yet you've always been there,
easy to recall, 
gentle on my mind. 
Red-brown hair glinting in the sun,
that little smile on your lips
and warmth in your grey eyes.

I've loved and lost since then,
more than once, 
become a man, a lover,
a father, and now a grandfather.

I have no real idea how you've lived,
although I heard stories.
But nothing for a long time now.
For all I know you may be dead.
You'll certainly be grey haired by now.

But your image persists
and my mind adds children,
even grandchildren, 
to that young girl who stole my heart
and still, no matter what,
holds a place I don't wish to deny.

Gyppo

Gyppo, This is beautiful.. The migration of our lives, joys and tears along the way. Lisaeagle
 

[lisaeagle65]

OLD PICTURES

I run my finger
over a thumbprint
that might be yours.
Try to hear your voice
and remember your laugh.
But the memory
is weak and far away.
We talked about your mother leaving
when you were two.
It bothers me that 
I cannot clearly recall
what you said.
Years have faded the memory
like pages left in the sun
leaving lonely spaces.
I study the image of your face
search for the young girl dreams
we traded.
Have your memories
like mine, grown tired?
I wonder where you are
what you remember
and if you miss me too.
 

[lisaeagle65]

30 ways to die.
#23

Not in my sleep please,
it's the biggest trip 
I'll ever take,
I want to make sure 
my bags are packed.

So many things to do, like
disconnect the plugs 
set the alarm
redirect the post.

I plan to go gentle
into that good night.
No rage induced sweat,
my body will travel fresh
in newly laundered clothes.

Completely aware, 
I'll look up at the monitor 
and confirm my destination
one last time...

well, that's the plan.








 

Love it Colm!!!  So clever, I've never felt more comfortable.... Dying....