Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: January 12, 2010
I decided to continue this experiment of writing one piece a day based on a single word. Since it is a new week, there is a new set of daily word prompts. The first one is “Panicky.” Be sure to visit the “Write Kind of Life Headquarters” blog. For quick reference, here’s the link: http://www.squidoo.com/writeprompts#module4027663
Happy Writing.
Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: January 12, 2010
Always alone
Needing nothing of his own
He rides off into the sunset
After a day he won’t soon forget
Sun radiating off her face
a picture he won’t soon erase
The look in her eyes
when he tells her good bye
We’ll talk on the phone
When I get home
He tells her that “We’ll be friends”
But she knows that this is the end
Time to move on and begin again.
Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: January 5, 2010
This week I am tackling the daily word prompts challenge described on the Write Kind of Life Headquarters website. I’ve included the link here. It’s a great way to get started when you’re feeling stuck. Give it a try. Feel free to post your response here.
Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: December 21, 2009
May you be remembered
as a year of many faces
The gloomy one
as the new year tolled
The excited one
as summer began
The happy one
as fall rolled in
The realistic one
as winter began
And I can only wonder
what faces you will show
in the year to come
What face you will be
on January 1.
Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: October 30, 2009
One morning
the sky was gray
I didn’t know what to do
or say
One morning
the sun shone bright
and I knew
then and there
that everything would be all right
But mornings
turn to afternoons
and afternoons
to evenings
And when I come to the end of each day
I wonder about its meaning.
Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: September 10, 2009
I walk a tight rope
a bridge without rails
traversing mile-wide canyons and sky high buildings
Gingerly crossing the razor thin wire
Careful not to let a gust of wind
blow me down
In the hope that one day, I will walk on solid ground.
Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: July 10, 2009
Today is the day
to start fresh.
Today is the day
to start something new.
Today is the day
to imagine the possibilities.
Today is the day
to go somewhere new.
Today is the day
to do what I love.
Today is the day
to be who I am.
Today is the day
to love myself.
Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: June 18, 2009
Riding the train home
on a late evening
I strain to hear the voice
of a colleague
The noise of the train
creates static
like the kind that old television sets make
when the signal fades to snow
Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: May 30, 2009
A peaceful day?
Maybe not…
An energizing workout
relaxing stretch
A blissful morning
New phone in hand
A stroll around the mall
A busy afternoon
An altercation
at home
about what else….
money
I never seem to have any
I escape the scene
Walking away from
the accusations
endless guilt
frustration
harsh criticism
I return
the flames still smoldering
I hastily make my way to my room
the room that I once found heavenly
now
is a place of shame
despair
loneliness
guilt
Tears roll down my cheeks
softly releasing all my frustration
Music plays in the background
as I return to a blissful state
A quiet evening begins
Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: May 14, 2009
Faded blue jeans
draped over the bedroom chair
Sunlight
washing the room
in a brilliant yellow glow
She sits up
suddenly
alert
quickly gathering
her articles of clothing
haphazardly strewn of the floor.
What? Where are you going?
He asks,
Once he notices
there’s no longer
an arm stretched across his chest
I can’t do this anymore
she yells,
unable to repress
her anger–
and disappointment.
She was such a fool
to think this
would lead somewhere.
The racy e-mails
“anonymous flower deliveries
It all started so innocently
a compliment at the Christmas party
when her husband had gone to get refills of wine
then an invitation to the opera
A place her husband refused to take her–
he much preferred a quiet night at home
reading a science fiction novel.
Soon, the two of them
would find moments at the office
for a quickie
a late lunch
early breakfast
dinner meeting
Her husband never suspected a thing.
Such an honest man himself, he believed that his wife
was just as honest.
She had not planned to be unfaithful,
her husband was just so distant–
preoccupied with his reading or crossword puzzle–
so she looked elsewhere.
She quickly packs
the few belongings
she had stuffed
into her overnight bag,
earlier that day.
If she hurried,
she could catch the 3 o’clock flight home
and arrive in time for dinner.
He would never know.
Wait, Amanda, he yells,
as she briskly walks to the elevator
in her patent leather heels,
leaving behind her faded blue jeans.
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