I wrote this and posted on Medium: What is? Your Muse is Watching You
Author: Lisa Tomey-Zonneveld
Lisa Tomey-Zonneveld is the founder/manager of Prolific Pulse Press LLC and a widely published poet and writer. She is an editor of numerous anthologies and for Fine Lines Journal. She is Poet Laureate Emeritus of Garden of Neuro Institute and is an organizer for Living Poetry in North Carolina. ProlificPulse.blog ProlificPulse.com
Reasons
Reasons why I love you-in no particular order
Sparks of romance
Laughter plenty
Whimsy
Submersion
Sensibleness
Reasons why I can never let you go
Sparks of romance
Laughter plenty
Whimsy
Submersion
Sensibleness
Reasons why I will continue to be yours
All of the above and one more
Connectedness, not possible with another living soul
And there you have it, love
You are stuck with me
Or so I hope
It all depends on how you feel
Backsies?
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There’s my day #17 National Poetry Month poem!
Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides was my prompt source:
“For today’s prompt, write a reason poem. If this prompt seems unreasonable, just remember all the reasons you write poetry or enjoy cooking, dancing, singing, etc. Or provide a reasoned argument for your lack of reason. Only you know your reasons.”
What if? Your Muse is Yelling at You
I just posted this on Medium: What if? Your Muse is Yelling at You Go take a look 😉
Catch and Release
Catch and Release
Caught up in the throes of life
it’s easy to get swept away
releasing the ways of the world
to stay on point for the journey at hand
Lost in the caughtness of snares
lasting in the lowness of traps
one must find a way
to release the catch and run free
Often, or so it seems
we tend to allow our bounds
taking away our fears
may take us to higher ground
Drowning in sorrowful angst
lasting to only find death
turning the screws fast at hand
allowing release on demand
Cinching that taut in the seams
feeling the tightness of holds
allowing the break of the threads
beauty is bound to release
Taking the hold of the days
fearing not in the darkness of night
packing the guns that don’t blaze
checking your pain at the door
Allowing each moment’s release
nothing to be caught in the catch
striving to know and to learn
ever freed by your own breath
Catch me and I will be caught
taunt me and I will be shamed
release me and I will be free
to come back or leave you again
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So, there you have it! My 16th poem of the National Poetry Month Poem a Day Challenge. Inspired by the prompts from Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides I decided to combine the two for Tuesday option into one. Here’s what the prompt said: “Write a catch poem. Catch a cold, a ball, a fish, or someone’s eye.
Write a release poem. Release your anger, a ball, a fish, or someone’s head (from a head lock while wrestling, of course).”
Always be Prepared
Always be Prepared
The weather person
predicts the weather
putting on my raincoat
or heavy coat
toting an umbrella
just in case
Always be prepared
Predictions may be based on science
but life has it’s own little quirks
where other matters
or not
of life
take over control
because we let them
or not
Don’t trust predictions
be prepared
My sister predicted
my heart would be broken
based on science
and maybe some sorted arts
Putting my life back together
I discovered
what works well
Don’t trust predictions
Always be prepared
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This is day #15 of National Poetry Month! I wrote to a prompt from
Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides
“For today’s prompt, write a prediction poem. Make a prediction. Write about another person’s correct or incorrect prediction. Or, you know, be unpredictable.”
