Mourning Matins
Lately,
it is nightbirds
who prematurely voice
the matins of my day.
I keep knocking myself
against hard surfaces
and all my wounds
are in the shapes of hearts.
Anyone more emotional than you
might feel my pain.
This caring for you
is not simple anymore.
I arise too early
and it makes the day too long.
Prompt words for today are simplicity, anyone, emotional, matinal and caring. Also, for dVerse Poets and Bird of the Day.
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Knowing this was the first time in over 4 years that I haven’t had a WordPress daily prompt to follow, forgottenman gave me this one. If you’d like to join me, just post your blog and then give a link to your blog in my comments section. Being that this is also Open Link Night in dVerse poets, if you are writing a poem, you can also link it HERE. Be sure to use the Mr. Linky bar given on this site to link your poem.
I will list links to other new prompt sites as I discover them tomorrow.
Longing
This morning’s church bells’ constant bongings
woke me to familiar longings.
Coded as they were in dreams,
when I awoke, they split their seams
and spilled into my conscious thought.
Futile to yearn for what I’m not.
No longer young or lithe or trim,
no passions spilling from my brim.
No husband, mother, father, lover.
No guardians to watch and hover.
I’ve grown away from most of life,
connections severed as with a knife.
Still, I do not long for these.
I do not pray on bended knees
for what is past or what is lost,
for I know pining’s pain and cost.
My longing, now, is just to see
what life’s plot is left to me.
The prompt today was longing.
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First Love’s Sting
How deep the piercing, how sharp the sting
once young love starts to lose its bling.
Hearts start to stutter that used to sing.
You aren’t his princess, he’s not your king.
Your broken heart, trapped in a sling,
cannot follow when he takes wing,
taking with him everything.
No veil, no vows, no rice, no ring.
What passed for love was just a fling.
The love you thought would always cling
ripped cruelly with his exiting.
Your song of starlight, love and spring,
alas, was just a passing thing.
You’re left with “. . . . jada jing jing jing.”
No symphony, but just a ditty.
So goes first love, dear. Such a pity.
The prompt yesterday was sting, but since the link still doesn’t work, let’s just say
sometimes, love doesn’t turn out to be as glorious as we might have wished.
Lost: The Ones That (Fortunately) Got Away
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Out of Reach.” Write about the one X that got away — a person, an experience, a place you wanted to visit.
Love
The one or two who got away
I’ll not call back another day;
for, compared to all the rest,
it seems I got to keep the best!
Job
Though a poetry press was up my alley,
I never saw a single galley;
for the editor did not choose me
though I thought the job was meant to be.
I decided to go back to college
to get some other sort of knowledge.
Met the editor’s wife in my first class,
who professed her spouse to be an ass.
Art took the place of words for years,
as I happily changed gears;
for although the poetry press was hot,
it seems the editor was not!
Pounds
The pounds I lost over the years
have lived up to my greatest fears.
They decided they would all come back.
Have old home week. Rejoin the pack!
But I will not give up the fight
to try to curb my appetite.
I buy these capsules that are magic–
a spell against an outcome tragic.
Expensive? Yes. But worth the cost,
to keep at bay those pounds I lost!
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