A poem...

Ten after ten, Wednesday AM
The sun is out
the kids are bussed
my hair is combed
no longer mussed

The stuff is placed
my breakfast et
Jeff's out the door
the garbage set

The house is quiet
then my cell rings
my Love's stuck in traffic
I'm checking bing

Reroute the husband
from central command
switch back to my email
and other demands

The dog starts barking
another ring on the phone
I start to panic
"They" know I'm alone

How much will I accomplish
how much can I do
if the phone keeps on ringing
as I try to wade through

as the dog barks a warning
of garbage can crime
as the computer freezes up
as I lose all my time

The sun is still shining
it's 10 after 10
the day seems it's mine
but it's really all "Them"

A deep breath, another
I’ll muddle on through
and keep checking things off
of my list of  to do.

~ Amy Graves 9-08-10

Stagnant

It amazes me how tied I feel to the sun.  We have had a dreary October and my production as a writer diminished dramatically.  When the sun reappeared I thought I was saved, but that was an illusion.  My ability to move forward and create lies within me.  The sun helps, but the drive comes from inside.  A poem surfaced as I tired to see my way forward.  Here it is.  Take it as you will.  Move forward as you can and so will I.

Movement



The blades of the turbine spin.
The air
moves them.
Or
do they move
the air?

How fast
does the wind slide
along their length?
I cannot feel it.
Yet I know
it must be blowing.

The grass bends beside me;
branches sway.
But I
am still.
My hair
lies
motionless
on my shoulders.

The turbine blades swing high overhead.
They move in the world.
Why can’t I?

~ Peace and movement

Abecedarian Poetry

An abecedarian poem is one in which the first word of each line/stanza begins with the first letter of the alphabet and follows the correct order of the alphabet until the last letter is reached.  A writing colleague of mine posted one today and I was intrigued and inspired.  I fiddled around with the style and came up with two poems. They are modifications of the style - I followed my colleague's lead and opted to use a letter for every word instead of the start of every line/stanza.  Hope you enjoy them and thank you, Mr. Fishman, for the inspiration.

Musical Juxtaposition

Allegro
brazenly cascades
Dancing elliptic forces
gyrate happily inside
Jumbled, karaoked, lip-synced
media noise
oscillates
quavers
resonates
slides through
Unstoppable vicissitudinous
Wanting Xanadus
yearning
zealous


Brilliant Child

A brilliant child
drawing endless faces -
grinning, happy, illustrious.
Kids laughing,
music,
nature,
orchestrating quintessential resolve
solidarity throughout
unwavering
verily withstanding xenophobia
yielding zest.

~ Peace and poetry