Imperfect

.

Crashed and burned, a flaming wreck
Bill me now, I’ll write the check
It can’t be undone,
But damn, it was fun
And put my next ‘oops’ on deck

.

.

This poem is part of the WordPress “Writing 201” Blogging U.
(Day 4) Today’s topic, form and device are: Imperfect, Limerick and Enjamb-
ment.

.

Underneath My Skin

.

Bone by bone, I replace each fractured, grey fragment with a metal duplicate. I start with my rib cage and galvanized steel. It is too heavy. Starting over, starting low, I have to craft phalanges for each toe. Metatarsals, tarsals, talus. Slowly moving upward, strengthening the frame. Tibia, fibula, femur. One vertebrae at a time. Craft my skull to hold my weary eyes and my sternum – by the time I build my sternum, perhaps my craftsmanship skills will be owned, honed, polished – and I will finally have a safe and sturdy home for the temperamental mass of muscle that insists on pumping hot, fraught, fast and angry liquid through my veins.

.

.

This poem is part of the WordPress “Writing 201” Blogging U.
(Day 3) Today’s topic, form and device are: Skin, Prose, Internal Rhyme

.

(Love is) a Gift

.

Like a rock-cave shelter
cOld, unyielding, refusing to
moVe. yet,
envEloping, sturdy, protective and warmed by the fire inside.

.

.

This poem is part of the WordPress “Writing 201” Blogging U.
(Day 2) Today’s topic, form and device are: Gift, Acrostic and Simile.

Screen

.

Blank

chewing my pen cap
the cursor blinks in blank space
i miss college-ruled

.

.

Screen Door

propped open with rocks
pick up, and slam (to latch it)
pried off hinges – wind

.

.

.
These two poems are part of the WordPress “Writing 201” Blogging U.
Today’s topic, form and device are: Screen, Haiku and Alliteration.

.

trust no one

I      squint out over these mountains
     Trust      the sturdy granite beneath my soul
No      other discourse, nor companion.
     One      lone eagle, golden, head cocked to the side – 
Not      sure what to make of this lone human.
     Even      I do not know, as I gaze below, how
My Self      came to be,                               alone upon this stone.

.

.

“I trust no one, not even myself.” – Joseph Stalin

(according to brainyquote.com)

.

.

*Daily Post – Poetry* 

*Trust, Acrostic, Internal Rhyme*

.

Journey

Cutting clouds and broad blue sky

Aboard the jet plane on which I fly

middle seat

butt’s asleep

and three more hours until we arrive

.

*Daily Post – Poetry* 

*Journey, Limerick, Alliteration*

.

.

Solace

Please view original post if “invisible” in the Reader. Thank you!

                    front porch

                                                                  and night air

 

                    clink-tinkle-clink

                                                                   refrigerator-door ice

                     and whiskey

 

                     tears on my glass

                                                                                                         condensing delightful drops

 

                     darkness –

                                                                  a rider’s cloak

 

spirit sheltered by this night

.

.

*in response to The Daily Post – Trio No. 3
“your post must mention a dark night, your fridge, and tears”