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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen
Showing posts with label Friday Poetically. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Friday Poetically. Show all posts

Friday, July 15, 2011

Sonnet For Living

For the last Friday Poetically, Brian has asked us to write a poem about an organization or cause that has meaning to us. This poem is about hospice, where I volunteer. It's a wonderful organization that assists individuals and families who are dealing with an incurable illness or injury. Hospice believes that people have the right to die pain-free and with dignity and ensures that families will receive the necessary support to allow patients to do so. They also provide bereavement services to grieving individuals and families. Go volunteer!
 
We need not fear to speak Death's name
She pays no heed to our affairs
For speaking of Death holds no blame
And doing so may ease our cares

We come together in our pain
With grief that one alone can't bear
And pray to feel some hope again
Our burdens lift when we can share

Remind us there is life to live
Although Death follows close behind
We each give all we have to give
To make this Hell a bit more kind

On journeys we can't understand
Sometimes it helps to hold a hand

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Cat's Eye

image courtesy of Bonnie
You are a most lovely prima ballerina
And most befitting the role, my dear
Never mind the "teacher's pet" talk
Idle chatter

I bow to your majesty
Humbly play understudy to your lead
Purr with satisfaction just to
Snake my body through your lithe legs
As you bestow a gentle scratch behind the ear
From your exalted fingers

Heavens no!
That was not a hiss but a purr of bliss!
My sweet ballerina,
Let not my eyes cause you dismay
This jade green is not envy
But my inherent way

I have nine lives
And you, but one
So enjoy your fortune while you are able
For you will not be the ingenue forever
Oh, am I being catty?
I will put away my claws then
And applaud your success
Perhaps in another life
I shall steal your breath away

Friday, May 27, 2011

The Builder

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“I build a painting by putting little marks together–some look like hot dogs, some like doughnuts.” – Chuck Close
  Break me down to make me whole
Stand back and admire your skill
Creator, master of control
Break me down to make me whole
 Revealing secrets of my soul
My life essence you distill
Break me down to make me whole
Stand back and admire your skill.

Friday, April 22, 2011

If a Teardrop

 This week at Friday Poetically, we were challenged by Brian to compose a poem from a list of words used in Shel Silverstein's poem One Inch Tall.

If a teardrop were a balloon
Carried to school, loved, a blue friend
Whispered to before you go to sleep tonight
Soon...magic!
From blue to green, yellow, sunny
Only a dream?
Go try!