Little Did I Know

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Little Did I Know

What you might see
on the surface
is not necessarily
what is so

Little did I know
when they took
an interest
in my heart
the beat of my heart would become their own
the rhythm of my song
would become their own
the splatter of my paint
would become their own

It was only when
I found out
I didn’t know who I was anymore

The light came on

My heart started a rhythm
to the song I owned
my paint became brilliant
to my own eyes

Little did I know
but I know now
it was the rhythm of the rain
that made me grow

National Poetry Month Day 18 has been penned. Thanks to the prompt from
Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides: “For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Little (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then write your poem. Possible titles include: “Little Guy,” “Little Richard,” “Little Mermaid,” “Little Italy,” and “Little Words That Pack a Big Punch.” I think if you think about it for a little bit, you’ll find a big (or little) poem to write.”


Catch and Release

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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

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

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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

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.”


New York

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New York

A college student
Midwestern planted
landed in New York
eyes wide opened

Granted a chance
to practicum in the city
of cities
you might say

It was post my mother’s passing
I needed the time
to sort my emotions
and stay focused on studies

Massive empire of buildings
standing tall
sweating from the heat
mixed with pollution

Trekking to the subway
early morning trot
acrid scents of night
lingering in the bowels

Subway to bus
dropping by Little Neck
for my stint
with the agency

Helping little babies
ones who were marked
sadly, but truly
determined to survive

Lives of sweet innocence
have to make it
for sure
and find loving homes

Once back to my temporary abode
clearing my olfactory portals
supping on meager findings
counting myself fortunate

Life has a funny way
of taking you to places
you never thought you
would go

One Saturday
I went to the World Trade Center
all was well
back then

Looking back
how fortunate I was
to have that experience
over seeing Lady Liberty

Many a time
I would go to the Metropolitan
enjoying the vastness
of artists who’ve long gone

Crying tears at Monet
astounded at the colors
the shapes
the sizes

And to ride to the mountains
say I have been to Woodstock
gather with folk musicians
and the scent of the flowers in my room

Life takes us on journeys
never forgotten
this one took me
into a life I own

There you have it! Day 14 of National Poetry Month 🙂
My prompt comes from Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides “For today’s prompt, pick a state (or province, territory, etc.), make it the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. A few possibilities include New York, California, Ontario, Bavaria, and Champagne. It goes without saying, but I’ll say it anyway: Feel free to bend this in any direction you wish.”



Views of Nature

Views of Nature
Art Work by Kayla

As I look from my desk
on any given day
I can see birds doing birdlike business
gathering, hunting, nesting
winging their way
about the yard
Blue Jays tend to run the show
I do have a Cardinal
I see it every day
it’s hanging on my window pane
as a reminder
those who have passed
are never really gone
we have nature to remind us
that with the cycle of life
there comes life anew
and never forgotten
is what came before
and left
That’s my National Poetry Month poem of the day. The prompt came from Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides Blog. Here it is: “For today’s prompt, write a view poem. Wherever you’re at, you have a view: maybe of a river or sunset. Maybe of a cubicle or a copy machine. Even the blind have a view of darkness, nothingness, or some other -ness. And that’s just being literal, because everyone has views on sports, politics, poetry, etc.”