Day 2: Lemon Square

Day 2 Prompt : write a poem inspired by, or in the form of, a recipe!



lemon square
lovely
crusty
crunchy,
but pliable.
broken bits
with fork
or fingers:
tart, sweet
tasty,
lemony good.
perfection.

NaPoWriMo 2017

pomegranate seeds
a book by Hafez
a spring that sprung,
a wish by one..
a following- through
a garden for you..
a really bad poem
but another day done.

Trusting (friendship)

Trust.
That elusive thing.
That joy-Spring given,
that promise made.
when words pass your lips,
and I, like a fool,
take you in.
You know I want to believe,
these human needs?
Friendship,
Trust,
and Hope eternal.
Past recalled,
knowing I should not..
Liken to cat-fishing,
friendship-mocked.
wishing, holding,
watchful all-along.
and trust,
like light on the horizon,
rainbow after rain,
promises made.
sliding sand,
beach battered
words.




Trust, but wait..
Trust, but watch.
Trust, but hope.

friendship won't be announced

friendship won't be announced
like a call to dinner
no it will slip through the tracks,
on a bridge for trains long abandoned..
like sunlight through a grate.
It'll seep into the cracks,
down the deep well,
like a long-distance flood.
It'll mix into the dark
and let that ink bleed away..
tap-out the sadness
that's kept company all the days.




friendship happens
like the breeze that has blown
away a favorite hat.
that secret laugh that only
is known what it means,
all is well.. no need to tell.
no need to speak..
Just let it happen if it's wanted.
wake up in that light, let it shine
deep in the gutters of the soul.
and brighten things up around here.
friendship wont' be announced.

good story

find it good,
spinning words
into story
story into langue..

words of history
and of community.
spreading emotion
through the text.

forming connections
from spirit and heart
family and tongue.

untitled (we sit in shadows)

with bended knee
we sit in shadows
watching as the world walks by,
heads down,
eyes transfixed,
wires dangle from ears,
and screens glow..
the random scream,
a few laughs and
squeaking wheels
as carts pulled behind,
pass by.
i watch you walking,
serious and tired.
an exhausted smile
on your face.. pushing,
no, pulling..
another saunter along.
everyone has a place
to go,
a place to be.. quickly.
i watch and wait and while
the hour goes.. reading
everything
in your body language and
hope to give encouragement..
and pass my day,
give a smile back to me,
once you've made it
your own.

wherever I go