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.”
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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.”
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
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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.”
It was a time in my life
when examining my true self
I needed the comfort
to soothe my child within
Alas there he was
on the Valentine’s Day gift shelf
looking at me and me at him
we were meant to be
Mr. White Monkey to me
Ms. Lady Worthwhile to him
Many years passed
Monkey gave and felt
when the time came when someone else
needed Monkey to love
Goodbye Mr. White Monkey
you served your mission well
moving on to serve another and more
and more
never to wither
for the soul never dies
….
Poem of the day for National Poetry Month – From Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides: For today’s prompt, write a dedication poem. This is a poem dedicated to a person, an animal, or an organization. Or hey, objects work too–like a poem to a rock or paper bag. Put the dedication in the title or in a line under the title (“for Mother” or “to the heart-shaped rock between the creek and the tulips”). I dedicate today’s prompt to all of you!
When we
find others
and share these
thoughts
dreams
desires
we may still feel alone
Not everybody views life
exactly the same way
and sometimes it can feel lonely
but it is just a part of life
it is a part of what makes us
soulful
To feel alone
is not a bad thing
To feel alone
when we need to connect
doesn’t feel so great
It’s lonely
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Today’s National Poetry Day Prompt comes from Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides Blog: “For today’s prompt, write a lone poem. Perhaps the poem is about a solitary wanderer or person who just prefers to go it alone. Or a lone winner, lone wolf, or some other solo individual. Or alternatively, I’ll accept poems that are about loans or that are about being alone.”
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