NaPM April 8 2015

[milo]

Rules: Write a poem for national poetry month on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a separate reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month have written 30 poems for National Poetry Month. 









Topic 8: Write a poem inspired by a reunion.
Form : any
Line requirements: 8 lines or more

Questions?

[just mercedes]

This is a reunion that never happened.

Ghosts of love


She walked each day at sunset
to let the slip-rail down
then stood and stared along the track
that leads from farm to town.

No dust was ever moving,
no sign that he would come.
With darkened heart through darker night
she made her sad way home

past willows that stirred gently
in sunset's final breeze
upon the mound above the creek
where baby slept in peace.

In dreams the wind blew wildly.
A ghost. She woke in fright
and set a lamp to guide his way
in case he came by night.

She died last night at sunset.
Her life had passed her by.
I left a light to show her love
where ghosts of love must lie.

[Tiger the Lion]

This is a reunion that never happened.

Ghosts of love


She walked each day at sunset
to let the slip-rail down
then stood and stared along the track
that leads from farm to town.

No dust was ever moving,
no sign that he would come.
With darkened heart through darker night
she made her sad way home

past willows that stirred gently
in sunset's final breeze
upon the mound above the creek
where baby slept in peace.

In dreams the wind blew wildly.
A ghost.  She woke in fright
and set a lamp to guide his way
in case he came by night.

She died last night at sunset.
Her life had passed her by.
I left a light to show her love
where ghosts of love must lie.

Jealous again. The half-rhymes mid way compliment the mood perfectly.

[rayheinrich]

                 
                < spring again >
                 
                 oh spring
                 you spread your legs for me
                 i love you  
                 love to wake  
                 when i'm  
                 the seed again

                 you want me?
 
                 i'm surprised again
                 
                      - - -
               

[Todd]

High School Reunion

 
People attend for the same reason
they rubberneck at traffic accidents.

I imagine it would be like sitting
in a wood paneled hunting lodge,
drinking brandy, and staring at the stuffed
heads on the wall. Trying to convince
everyone that the wildebeest you shot
was really more dangerous than a lion.

Or perhaps, it would be like a carnival
sideshow of human oddity. The dances
performed to electronic tones, faces blurred
under epilepsy strobes.

I no longer have to imagine, or wait thirty years
to know what happened. Your dreams
have resolved into online pictures of your Golden Retriever,
and the meals you eat at the gastropub.

I have seen the mangled remains of the car,
and there are no survivors.

[bena]

UGGG you guys are too freaking good.

[Tiger the Lion]

UGGG you guys are too freaking good.

I know right? Beautifully unique voices. I feel like a Backstreet Boy trying to follow Simon and Garfunkel. 

[Grace]

UGGG you guys are too freaking good.

I know right? Beautifully unique voices. I feel like a Backstreet Boy trying to follow Simon and Garfunkel. 

I'm just in awe..stunning poems have I read, thus far,
in this NaPM thing.

[ellajam]

UGGG you guys are too freaking good.

I know right? Beautifully unique voices. I feel like a Backstreet Boy trying to follow Simon and Garfunkel. 

I'm just in awe..stunning poems have I read, thus far,
in this NaPM thing.

Okay folks, do not be intimidated by the brilliance. They only got that way by writing a lot (and being brilliant). This is the pig pen, plenty of room for all of us who enjoy a good slop in the mud. Someone has to post the mediocre, please don't make me stand alone.
Get writing.

[cidermaid]

A mediocre one from me today

You leap into my arms and kiss my face,
to let me know you missed me all along.
You squirm and smile, beneath my soft embrace.
You leap into my arms and kiss my face,
I‘d left you waiting by the marketplace.
Your puppy love has really made my day.
You leap into my arms and kiss my face,
to let me know you missed me all along.

[Erthona]

[quote='Tiger the Lion' pid='188468' dateline='1428508287']

I know right? Beautifully unique voices. I feel like a Backstreet Boy trying to follow Simon and Garfunkel. 

I'm just in awe..stunning poems have I read, thus far,
in this NaPM thing.

What thread are they reading? I haven't seen any brilliant poems...of course I only read my own.
_____________________________________________________________________

The Last Reunion

When time has come to an end,
what will happen then?
Adam will stand with Eve his bride,
no longer needing shame to hide
with all his family by his side.
The killer Cain, his brother Able,
sit with others around the table:
Abram, Noah, Ham and Seth:
Enoch returned from his "death,"
as Adam lifts his glass of  wine.
He praises God for this time,
and offers God his family's blood,
from God all blessings flood
and from him this great communion,
at Adam's first family reunion.

Erthona

©2015

[Todd]

They're all psychics and mediums Dale they'd already read your poem, and couldn't wait for you to write it before commenting.

[Todd]

I like your first family Dale. I wonder if Abram can understand a word they say considering Babel. Cain AND Able, and I think my family reunions are bad.

[Erthona]

Oh, I think at the end of time god gives everybody Universal Communicators...or was that Captain Kirk?

dale

[Todd]

I didn't realize Captain Kirk was God. Yeah, you're probably right about the languages. I'd say though if I'm Able I wouldn't be handing Cain any knives unless they were blade first.

[bena]

I didn't realize Captain Kirk was God. Yeah, you're probably right about the languages. I'd say though if I'm Able I wouldn't be handing Cain any knives unless they were blade first.

10 mins in the penalty box for out of bounds punning.  (gigglesnort)

[Tiger the Lion]

Look

if you could go back
watch our first kiss in infrared
and thaw your bones in its glow
 
see no blue
no reservation
only abandon
 
in scorched cranberry
in tangerine boiling 

mmmulled burgundy
 
we’d be together again
 
I can see it now

[milo]

Act of Reunion


Across the land's divide we lie
and ponder the desert fen like separatists -
too fond of comfort to roughly seize
the rifle's shaft and force the alien
predator off the barren soil, take back
the strip-mined remnants of once-rough
crags.  The slit of ferny beds
is an alkaline track to poison shores.

No recruits are left to move up the ranks
and join your side or mine, to spurn
the reluctant conquest of fleshy hills,
sagging down the bogland.
It is just myself now, mustering force
to span the great chasm with a single
caress and risk breaking that detente.

[billy]

April eight i'm slightly late hence the poetry's not that great.

Almost Forsaken

We've met before, of this I'm sure
at even song within the church,
where cold I prayed nearby the door.
We've met before, of this I'm sure;
I even knelt upon the floor
a supplicant left in the lurch.
We've met before, of this I'm sure
at even song within; the chruch.

[rayheinrich]

High School Reunion
... Your dreams
have resolved into online pictures of your Golden Retriever...

Inferring that people who post pictures of the dogs they
love have somehow failed at life is a clichéd stereotype based
on sheer-fucking-hubris.

Cats?
People who post pictures of the cats they love are already such
sheer-fucking-hubrists that anything you say will bounce off of
them and stick to you.


 

---

Act of Reunion

Across the land's divide we lie
and ponder the desert fen like separatists -
too fond of comfort to roughly seize
the rifle's shaft and force the alien
predator off the barren soil, take back
the strip-mined remnants of once-rough
crags.  The slit of ferny beds
is an alkaline track to poison shores.

No recruits are left to move up the ranks
and join your side or mine, to spurn
the reluctant conquest of fleshy hills,
sagging down the bogland.
It is just myself now, mustering force
to span the great chasm with a single
caress and risk breaking that detente.

Nuance enough to float several arcs.

Kudos!

---

Look

if you could go back
watch our first kiss in infrared
and thaw your bones in its glow
 
see no blue
no reservation
only abandon
 
in scorched cranberry
in tangerine boiling 

mmmulled burgundy
 
we’d be together again
 
I can see it now

If you changed that creepy 'mmmulled' to 'mulled', I'd have no problem considering this
the best 4-8 poem so far. (Just the over-the-topness of "watch our first kiss in infrared /
and thaw your bones in its glow" is enough to insure victory.)

---

UGGG you guys are too freaking good.

I know right? Beautifully unique voices. I feel like a Backstreet Boy trying to follow Simon and Garfunkel. 

Or Simon and Garfunkel trying to follow Leonard Cohen.