November 7, 2013 Writers Digest/ We Write Poems #182

For today’s prompt, write a hardship poem. The hardship could be moving forward after a tragic loss, having to work through a difficult problem, or even just showing up to work. It can be serious, funny, or complicated.

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Sail Away

When skies are blue

We'll board our boat

A teacup made for two

And sail away

We have known

Storms and rain

Drought and such

But now

We'll sail away

You'll wear your hat

I'll wear mine

Pulled down low

We'll board the cup

And sail away

As the wheel turns

We find the ocean dead

The butterfly trembles

Aboard our boat

We've sailed away

Note:  I am thinking,  we get through one difficult problem, only to find another.  It probably isn't about where we are, not geographical, wherever we go, there we are.

________Nov. 7, 2013

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We write Poems:  Prompt bridges....

There is a bridge

That is very tall

Far above the water

Small

It spans a crack

In the earth

Ripped long ago

A rift

If incase your ego

Grows and your hat

Fits no more

You go to that bridge

And you’ll feel small

The earth is grand indeed

Or if life gets too hard

And you want it to be over

Go to that bridge

It is calling you

And if you jump

It will all be over

There is no coming back

Note:  It is the Rio Grand Gorge Bridge in Taos, New Mexico.  Many people go just to look, but many people go to end it all.

November 3, 2013 Nov Pad Challenge Writers Digest

Nov Pad Challenge Nov 3  Writers Digest  Prompt:  A poem about "the last time I was here."

I was here the last time

Or...the last time I was here

Golden grasses dried in the field

Trees stand bare

The COLOR of autumn is gone

Clouds bank against the mountains

The sun shines through

Broken gray and scattered blue

Horses in the field

Nibbling last bits of green

End of autumn

Signals winter is on the way

And it was here

The coyote died

Dark night

He appeared

As if by magic

The cruel wheels

Stopped him in his tracks

An ending in an instant

We took a breath

Began again

But I can never pass here

Without remembering him

I look in the rear view mirror

The highway is empty

Down into the canyon

New snow under the sagebrush

Landscape ahead

A painting

The beginning of time

Life is full

Of beginnings and endings

In the canyon

There are trees

Still with glorious color

Yellow and orange

Oh my....

It takes my breath away

Shangri-La

All else is grayed

The sky overcast

Tiny slivers of blue

Cerulean and cobalt

The Here of Yesterday

Is there a difference...

The here of yesterday

The here of now

Strung together

Like shiny beads

All one

Yesterday and today

Saturday November2, 2013 Sunday Whirl #133

Whisperings of the Heart

The possibilities
Are infinite
Listen to 
The whisperings
Of your own heart
There is a rhythm
That will fit
You like
Cinderella's shoe

Your impulse
Will be to pull
You feet from 
The shoes
But wait...
Only after
You have walked
A long distance
Will you know

The invisible
Will become visible
Open your hands
Release the fists
You are precisely
Where you need
To be

Kneel down
Give thanks
You will hit upon
The creation
That is your's alone
The one you
Have been looking for

Note:  The words carried me along like a fairy tale.  

Prompt:  infinite, hit, invisible, emits, rhythm, impulse,
distance, kneel, creation, whisperings, fists, precise

November 2, 2013 Writer's Digest Nov Pad Challenge

Prompt:  "News of the Day"

"News of the Day"

So far
This day remains
Silent
There is no
"News of the Day"

The paper hasn't come
The TV is not turned on
Nor the radio
There is no
"News of the Day"

The mail hasn't arrived
No letter from you
No email
So I sit silent
Waiting
For the
"News of the Day"

November 1, 2013 2013 November Pad Chapbook Challenge

2013 November Pad Chapbook Challenge:  Day 1, Robert Lee Brewer's Poetic Asides Blog
http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2013-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-1
For today’s prompt, write an appearing poem.

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Waitng for the Image to Appear
It is early
Still dark outside
The minutes tick
The hands move
Slowly around the
Face of the clock

I arrive
Without an idea
Empty
And yet I have
Intention

The plane is white
Like unblimished
Snow
I make a plan
Set a goal

It is necessary
If I ever hope to
Cross the finish line
I must begin the
Race

Knowing
Nothing
Of importance
Happens quickly
There will be
Days when I will
Wonder
What is it
How will it look
And I will long
For the finished
Image

All the while
As I work
Days pass
Trying to remember
The best part
Will be the journey
Not the destination
The same
As in life