Wednesday, February 17, 2016

February 17, 2016 Writers Digest Prompt: A Hiding poem/ Much Remains Hidden -- Poets United Midweek Motif/Maggiage

Writers Digest February 17, 2016 Prompt: A hiding poem

Much Remains Hidden

much is hidden           the search is on                         who are you

who am i                     the day brand new                     through the day

i search for you           for me                                        how do you like your coffee

what do you eat for breakfast      and later in the day  what do you eat

do you take a nap        or work right through               how old are you

and how will you vote     sort socks into pairs             where does the other one go

or is it hiding                just out of sight                        of course when you decide

the hunt is hopeless      and toss some singles out         the other one appears

you are destined           to have some singles                 some pairs

life is like that               not perfect                                 still much remains hidden

February 17, 2016


Poets United  Midweek Motif

Marriage (The Second Time Around)

i did it once             i'm not sure i need to do it again           the first time

i was a young girl      a church wedding                                a white dress

my father gave me away     this time       i simply nailed an iron heart over the door

told you it was the symbol of our union           i will always love my first husband

without need of a second mate      you came along          you heard my whale song

you offered your own beating heart      held it out to me       we fell in love

in a different way       we said we would be together            until we weren't

we made no promises          no forever after                         just for today

the door would always remain open       each day you are here        because you want to be

and i the same            we live in this moment                    tomorrow takes care of itself

February 17, 2016


Sherry Blue Sky said...

This is wonderful, especially about those socks....I can never figure that one out. And life IS just like that, the missing, the tossing out, the reappearing when it is too late. A very cool poem!

Blogoratti said...

A truly impressive piece which I enjoyed reading. Hope you are having a lovely week!

Susan said...

On the marriage poem, how clear the difference turned out to be between being given and actual giving and taking without the traditional trappings. Although there are some legal protections important in marriage, the sense that the door is open and neither party is trapped is essential. Love it.

Jae Rose said...

These two pieces fit together perfectly - when we try too hard perhaps too many questions get in the way of the other sock being found..but when we are certain and nail our wish and love to the door it seems to come together.. Superb!

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Such an overwhelming amount of wisdom and beauty here I am touched by your poems. Its true that marriage is a risk worth taking.

Lots of love,

Sherry Blue Sky said...

How very beautiful, Annell - especially nailing the heart over the door, him holding out his heart to you, being together each day, one day at a time..........I have faith in that kind of love.

Sumana Roy said...

"the door would always remain open"...this is so important in a relationship...the line stays with me...