april post-a-poem {13}

you stand before me
with your hands
open wide
in a gesture
of
{accept me
release me
contain me
believe me}

and i try

i close my eyes tight
and i try to hold on
knuckles white
heart strings snapping
like delicate threads
that bind
that break
that tangle

into the knot that has become
my love for you.

april 09 post-a-poem {12}

i have been
silent
now for seven
hours
drinking hot
chocolate
in the sun
with the
smell of
wild roses
behind me
and dying of
thirst

april 09 post-a-poem {11}

where do my words go
when they refuse to come to me?
are they hiding in the garden,
in the corner, behind the gnome?
are they sleeping, still tucked in bed
or carelessly skipping down the road?
am i wrong to search for them?
should i just let them come to me?
but, what if they don't come back
then...who will i be?

yet another variation of a RWP prompt

april 09 post-a-poem {10}

photo by pareeerica

was she fleeing from the church
just as the bells tolled nine?
was she running for her life?
(was she running out of time)

had she forgot she left the oven on,
did she forget to lock the door...
was she looking for her other shoe
(or did she suddenly realize she was looking for more)

the crows know the reason...
but they will never say.

rwp prompt found here...

april 09 post-a-poem {9}

a handwritten eulogy

an urn shaped into a boat
carved from the trunk of the tree
that fell in our backyard
last spring.

two girls, one with a guitar
singing about light and love and life and stars
chairs turned facing their father
and away from the crowd,
sharing the song he always asked them to sing.

and rain batters the window pane
as the snow melts on the ground...
and the fishermen quietly cross themselves
as the ashes sail by without a sound.

a variation of this RWP prompt...

april 09 post-a-poem {8}

when i was 21
i broke the engagement off
i put the ring
in the bottom of the garbage bag
i packed my clothes in.

you stood on the balcony
in your housecoat and bare feet
(we were decorating the christmas tree)
in the snow
calling my name
as the taxi took me
away.

when i turned 21
i broke free.
when i turned 21
i rescued me.

rwp prompt #21

not a poem...

amid the long grass, originally uploaded by gkgirl.

and i know i said no images this month
but you have seen this one before
and i wanted to enter it in greeble monkey's
greeblepix contest...

so...vote if you wanna...

no pressure here...

april 09 post-a-poem {7}

the tattoo stretched
across her skin
taut and thin
like parchment
like onion skin
words changing
with her age
she wants the world
to stop
but doesn't know how to
turn back the page.

redirection...

today i am visiting a friend...
come by and visit...
she makes the best tea
and the cutest aprons...

guest posting

april 09 post-a-poem {7}

the changeling stood by the
hotel door
waiting to be let in
a chameleon,
a fake, a fraud
a liar in another skin.

(there is no room here for you)

water dripped from her briny
back
and formed a green puddle
on the floor.

(youcanknockforeverwewillnotopenthedoor)

what they could not see
would be obvious to you and me,
that she was acutely brilliant
in her
singularity...
in whatever form she chose to be.

RWP prompt

april 09 post-a-poem {7}

i am tired and threadbare.
worn and thin.
listless and lank.
sad and has-been.

{snow fell today
thick and wet
like a blanket
leaving no breath of air...}

while you spend the day
in the rain
forcing a boat from the trunk of a tree
to hold the ashes of a lifetime of memory...

sad

i may not be doing april post a poem
for a couple of days...
we just found out that my husband's father
passed away.

april 09 post-a-poem {7}

worms in the park
a shotgun in the closet
lies in the dark
cowboy junkies
captain crunch and chocolate milk
gravel pits and a motorbike
don't cut your hair

red hot chili peppers
1 floor down
toques and a nose ring
mosh pits
8 kids?
drug addict.

raincoat and rubber boots
standing beside my bus in the rain
running baths
stolen photographs
walk away and don't explain

hitchhiking
happenstance meeting
don't step on the cracks
tree built from other people's memories
snow angels
and heart attacks

playhouses, parkades and hard, fast kisses
climbing staging, forgotten keys
penny candy
and don't blow away without me...

RWP Prompt

edited to add: i don't know how long i will keep this one.

april 09 post-a-poem {6}

i am suspended
waiting
still and silent
above the trees
over the parking lot
beneath the big top...
waiting for
life
to
begin.


{followed the prompt at read write poem using this photo
by pensiero
to stir up some words...} next destination

april 09 post-a-poem {5}

everywhere is nowhere
and somewhere is here...
conclusions are far
yet resolution is near...
abiding by consequence,
swallowing down bitter fear
and calling it reality.

by any other name.

april 09 post-a-poem {4}

would you look at what i've done
would you look at where i've been
i've been stranded on an iceberg
i've been waiting for your requiem
you've been dancing away from the subject
while i've been swimming upstream
against the current of your descent
and you ask of me...
you ask of me.

i long to pass you belief
but i'm not sure where it went.

april 09 post-a-poem {3}

my lips sewn tight,
i have no words.

they have retreated,
they have gone away.

i would offer an apology
but my brain
gives me nothing to say.

{i am mute.
i am silent.
i cannot feel a thing.}

stone and cold,
bone and hair,
loss of intuition,
incomprehensible stare.

pick me up off the floor.
i am void
and empty
and yet
i can't take anymore.

april 09 post-a-poem {2}

a day late and a dollar short,
a declaration...
a stipulation...
a promise to deceive.

fog on the horizon
a momentary reprieve.

and i wait for time to wait for me.

april 09 post-a-poem {1}

cold to the bone
on a snow blind day
you have lost me in the morning
you have lost me along the way

i stutter and i stammer
feel my way along the wall
i start
i stop
i sputter
against your brilliance
i stall

but you wait for me.
you wait.