Iris are blooming
New flowers are in their pots
The rain comes and goes
April has flown by so fast
May flowers and sun at last
Iris are blooming
My dad was the best.
I remember when I was a kid how with gloved hand he would take each bullhead off the hook so I wouldn’t get cut by their spiky fins.
I remember how he taught me to shoot a BB gun in our backyard.
I remember how he let me play in the stacks of tires in his shop and then give me money to go get a Mister Misty at Dairy Queen down the street.
I remember how he would drive me to church and Missionettes and youth group meetings every week in middle school.
I remember when he took me shopping to buy my first pinstriped suit for speech and debate class.
I remember him saying he was going to buy me that Dodge Charger for sale on Main Street then bringing home a Ford Maverick instead because he got it for the price of the tow bill and a new engine that he put in.
I remember opening my mailbox at college and finding a card from him with the note “Here’s a little mad money for you. Don’t tell your mom.” and 20 bucks inside.
I remember that he came to my college graduation but not my wedding 4 months later because my mom was too sick.
I remember the huge smile on his face when he came to my baptism when I was 23.
I remember his last call, when he said “Come see me,” but I didn’t hear the urgency in his voice so I bought a plane ticket to Palm Springs for 2 weeks later.
I don’t remember who called to tell me he’d died a week later but I do remember the darkness that followed.
I remember the turbulence on the puddle-jumper from Portland to Palm Springs and wishing it would just crash.
I remember listening to “Indifference” by Pearl Jam and wondering if the pain of losing him would ever go away.
I remember many more things about my dad, but most of all I remember that he loved me and he died far too young.
The prompt at NaPoWriMo today is to write an “I remember” poem.
She drove away from the pizza place
joyful in the knowledge that she had been set free.
No dark cloud appeared.
She realized she was humming along,
tapping her foot to the beat.
As she waited for her pizza to go,
Bad Company played on the radio.
One day, she stopped to get a pizza
on her way home from work.
She felt a weight lifted and joy return.
When she awoke, she knelt and prayed
for the strength to forgive.
One night she dreamed of forgiveness
and knew it was a message from God.
She pondered taking her own life
because she thought she was forever broken.
She spent years in darkness and anger.
She was never the same; whenever she heard Bad Company
a dark cloud would descend upon her.
Afterwards, he drove her home
and left her broken upon her doorstep.
Bad Company played on the radio.
He assaulted her in the front seat of his Lincoln.
He asked if she wanted to go to a party
and she said yes because he seemed nice.
The NaPoWriMo prompt today is to write a story in reverse. I couldn’t help but turn each line of this semi-autobiographical story into a verse.
If all you knew of me was my poetry then what would you see?
If we had never met would my words alone let you understand my regret?
And would that be all you’d see, would I seem to you sad and small behind my word wall?
Do I reveal my joy in the verse that I employ or do you find my words simply annoy?
If you knew me in the flesh and personally would you be surprised by my poetry?
My word wall and pen keep you out or let you in depending on the mood I’m in.
Yet always there’s my God, intertwined, some think it odd, without Him I’m a fraud.
But there’s so much more to me that I’ll never let you see despite your solemn plea.
Decided to write a second poem for today, perhaps because I’m a little sad that NaPoWriMo2016 is coming to an end soon. This is my take on long-line poetry.
Wittiness is his forte
Always a surprise ending
And what he had meant to say
Not always what he’s thinking
Of the sonnet he is king
I wish I could write as he
Does with poetry that rings
One liners that sting like a bee
Spying his link in Mr. Linky
I must go see what he’s shared
So much more fun than a slinky
What serious subject he’s dared
To joke about today
In a most unexpected way
Yesterday’s prompt at dVerse Poets Pub was to pick a favorite dVerse community poet (or other poet, but I stuck with dVerse folks) and write a poem about them or as a tribute to how you appreciate their writing. The only rule is not to mention the poet, so I haven’t.
All things new, peace abounds
Singing is an awesome sound
The glory of our God is great
Every need of mine He’ll sate
River of life eternal flows
Tree of life beside it grows
No more sorrow, no more pain
Calf beside the lion has lain
Seraphim and cherubim fly
Nevermore will anyone die
Heaven is a most wonderful place
Promised to all by Jesus’s grace
Last night with my BSF class of 4th & 5th graders, we drew or wrote our visions of heaven. Since my drawing skills don’t go much beyond stick figures I decided to write this poem.
How, pray tell, does a poet decide
Which words to lay side-by-side
How did Milton measure the cost
When he penned Paradise Lost
Could Dickinson take a single breath
Without thoughts of poetry on death
When describing Ben Adhem’s vision
By what motive was Hunt driven
Did Poe write poetry as a child
Or his odd thoughts drive him wild
How did the Brownings, poet pair
Pen sonnets of love with such flair
Did Frost truly encounter a road
From which his famous poetry flowed
How did Rosetti write love verse
Allowing the reader her faith to traverse
Did David find a sense of calm
With every line of every Psalm
Do other poets lie awake at night
Scribbling verse without the light
I desire sleep before break of day
But words come and won’t go away
The first stanza of this poem was written in the dark in the notebook I keep on my nightstand. I wasn’t sure where it was going to go, but by light of day this is what I came up with. I could have added many more stanzas with references to many more poets, but decided I needed to stop somewhere. This is for day #25 of NaPoWriMo.
The skies are gray
But not ominous
Bring life-giving rain
The promise of
Greens of summer
Sunny days ahead
I love to spend time with my friends
We chat, catch up, and share it all
Pick each other up when we fall
I hope our friendship never ends
For hard feelings we’ll make amends
We’ll laugh out loud, or we might cry
You’ll never know the reasons why
Our deep connection, our long bond
Keeps us close today and beyond
It’s see you later, not goodbye
I’m spending the weekend with two college roommates, dear friends I’ve known for 32 years, and so I wrote this poem a day ahead in honor of our friendship and time together. And of course, I had to write a third décima because they are just too much fun.
One day this earth will pass away
But until then it’s ours to care
For this gift of God if we dare
We don’t know when will be the day
Because God’s Word does not say
And so the prudent thing to do
Greedy destruction all eschew
Plant and grow flowers, shrubs, and trees
Keep our garbage out of the seas
For humankind, for me, for you