Honeysuckle Evenings

You came up on me like a five o’ clock shadow–
Barely there, but attention-grabbing,
A touch of wetness and a blink of Spring,
A sniff of sadness and some other thing–
Melting ice and powdered sugar,
A half-lit porch with a creaky swing;
“Summer’s here,” you keep whispering.
I’m listening, always listening;
I cannot tame this barbarian.

A Valley Girl’s Lament

I, like, wish that my sentences?
Weren’t, like, so lame?
You know? Like, all questions?
And they all sound, like, the same?

Why Does Dust Dance in Heavenly Light?

Oh, did those feet in ancient time
Leave footprints in the sand,
Or were the beaches seared to glass
Beneath their Maker’s hand?

Did the holy and the worldly clash
With every footstep trod?
Did rocks dare lift their jagged heads
And bruise the heel of God?

Did mosquitoes change their diet,
Nearby babies scream and wail,
Briars scratch and ivy itch Him,
Clouds pour down swift buckets of hail?

Was it we alone who nailed Him
Stripped and beaten to the cross,
Or did all the natural world assail Him–
Stake a claim in His life’s loss?

Word it through the grapevine

Like all good writers I’m a drinker;
Unlike the best ones I’m no drunk.
I might write thoughts, but I’m no thinker,
For every poet is a purebred punk.

Creator’s Cathedral

These wooden beams like hallowed pillars rise
Upholding platforms primed with painted praise;
Sweet clay aromas mark the potter’s prize
And incense wafts from every glossy glaze.

Each eye beholds small molded offering,
Real sacrifice from heart and hand and mind–
This barn has been a place where scoffers sing,
A sanctuary for the art-inclined.

In Wait

I wait because I know you love surprises,
I wait for you to swoosh around the corner,
I wait to catch you swooning in my arms,
I wait to look upon and love you,
I wait to take your breath away,
I wait so patiently I want to brag,
I wait with chloroform and rag.

The Fool and the Infant

A swaddled bundle of happiness
..I hold in my gladsome arms,
A tender moment to treasure quick
..Would I wake to find it gone?
..Would it stay to meet the dawn?
I watch and wonder at little eyes
Both closed so still–Are your visions great?
The mirrors bronze and the walls ornate?
Do babies dream or just hibernate?

Dandelion Rum

I tried to write the blue skies and the brown grass with my pen,
But the page was still so white and the picture still so thin.

I added lines like fire to catch the rays of sun,
The page a fearsome empire, and I a hired gun.

I poured on sand by force and I scribbled in the waves,
But the beach scene was too coarse and it smeared across the page–
If only I could catch it in a hatchet-bearing phrase:

The apple fell like Newton’s and it hit me on the head–
Summer is to Fall what pancakes are to bread.

A Parabolic Poem

My boomerang came back to yoU
Plussss all of that additional losssS
Utilities: A/C, and water and heaT

Socratic, Platonic, Euclidean arC
Eureka!  I’ve been such a dumbO
Overcoming a deep deep probleM
Given time the medicine will takE

Today’s path to tomorrow’s roaD
A full choir and then a short solO
High notes leading to bass so  loW
We put grains in a borrowed barN

His money deposited, his soul saved…

“Go back in the house.”
That’s all he said, without a backward glance.
A modern-day Faust
I watched him through the blinds.

You know how they talk among themselves.
Just loud enough to pique your interest,
Low enough that all the meaning quells
And leaves you straining at the keyhole.

We stood miserably by the wall.
Knowing only that we didn’t like this,
Wishing that we weren’t so small
And boxing with our shadows.

Title and first lines taken from Harper Lee’s To Kill A Mockingbird p. 131, 145, 157, 164

For: http://wedrinkbecausewerepoets.com/2014/04/21/poetry-prompt-7-word-building/

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