April 30, 2013 A Simple Thing

A Simple Thing
The loss of a friend
A simple thing
One of the saddest
That can
Happen to a human heart
Breaks it in two

Sure death is bad
Really sad
Aw… but the loss of a friend
Who enriched your life
Leaves a hole
That cannot be filled
All the way to China

The loss a deep regret
Sorry
I couldn’t be
The one you called friend
I’ll keep your memory
Miss you to the end of time

One of the saddest
Things that can
Happen to a human

Note: It’s happened to me, maybe happened to everyone. One you liked…loved and called your friend, has changed their mind. Doesn’t want to be your friend anymore, for whatever reason. Causes a heartbreak that cannot be fixed, another sadness, you will carry, cannot forget. We might ask, “Why do you want this friend, who does not want you?” There is no answer, only sadness.

April 27, 2013 Sunday Whirl

Prompt: either, harrowing, marrow, grubs, thin, oath,
saw, guess, rare, march, borrow, transparent
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My oath thin upon the wind
Like coyote’s howl
Just outside my window

I feel the sound harrowing
To the marrow of my bone
I can borrow no more time
Snug in my bed

I long to find the grubs
In the garden of my work
Spent in the court of
Memory

A rare and precious moment
All is transparent
The march to completion
Continues

Either I work now
Translate observation
Touch it with imagination
Or I guess…

Like the Coyote who sleeps late
This day will be lost forever

 

Note:  I have been reading May Sarton, Journal at Seventy.  During an interview, she was asked, “How is seventy different from sixty-five?   I don’t see much difference, except that time accelerates.  The days go past with frightful rapidity, and so do the years.  It is plain that I am not ready for old age!  But then time does not stand still in old age I fear.  On the contrary, from all reports it simply flies away, and that is what I am beginning to notice.”

April 24, 2013 Writer’s Digest NAPOWRITEMO PAD Challenge

I’ve been away…found it hard to follow the prompts…

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“Had we but world enough, and time…” Andrew Marvell(first line of the Coy Mistress)

Time
Upon investigation
Of my purse
“Time” I have not much
A pie chart would reveal
The most must go to business
And necessity
The last little bit
That flies around you and me
Is leisure time
Carefully spent
Not nearly enough
To pay the rent
But grateful am I
For time together
We discuss small things
Of the soul
And of the weather

April 25, 2013 Writer’s Digest Pad Challenge NAPOWRITEMO

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(Image from Internet)

PROMPT:  Everyone ______

 

EVERYONE COLLECTS SHELLS…sometime
Toes sink into hot sand
Baked by the sun
Shell seekers
A chipped sand dollar
Grains of pink sand between fingers
Hot and scratchy
Sweat roles down into eyes
Seeking shells no easy task

Tiny shells upon my palm
Count them
One by one
A fan
A trumpet
A curlicue
Pink, rose, orange and white

Looking over
The sandy beach
Waves roll in
Wash the shore
One more shell
Completes the collection