Rainbow Bridge

Composed 10/29/16
Description: When I originally looked at the word prompt for today, “Bridge,” I soon thought about Old Friends Senior Dog Sanctuary. Whenever a doggy member of their family dies they say they “crossed the rainbow bridge.” I always thought that was just a cute thing to say, but today I googled it and found that the “rainbow bridge” is a reference to an old prose poem that talks about where pets go when they die — you guessed it, the rainbow bridge, a lovely meadow where animals play until their owners die and the two “move on” together. Strangely, a close friend of mine had a pet loss today, so really there was nothing else I could write about. So here is my interpretation.

Darkness then
White
And luscious green
(If animals can see such a thing)
Perhaps it’s more damp and fragrant
Grass after rain
And a lightness
Free from pain
Old pals, new buddies
Sticks between their teeth
Running, jumping, up and downhill
Mud underneath their feet
For many years
For others only days
When a well-known nose twitch
Sends tails on a wild craze
More running and jumping
On people this time
And with a hand on a head
They step back in time
And follow the rainbow together
Up to that place divine

A Greater Perspective

Composed 10/27/16
Description: Inspired by today’s Daily Prompt: Smoke.

A quick search on my blog will show you I am no stranger to this topic or metaphor; though, each piece strongly tied to this topic ranges in style. Secondhand Smoke is a simple, bitter though (in phrasing) funny haiku, while the simply-titled Smoke is one of my more experimental pieces, strongly tied to real events and people and chockful of obscure symbolism (which I should definitely do more!). The present piece lies somewhere in the middle. 

The world may catch aflame
Burn to the ground and smolder
But cast your eyes not to the desolate earth
Instead follow the smoke
As it rises, catches the wind
And curls up to the stars
Let your gaze be caught your
Chin lifted
As you find pictures in the wisps
And remember what rests above

An Innocent Deflection

Composed 10/15/16
Description: A journalistic ramble today, inspired by life and today’s Daily Prompt: Subdued.

Nearly two years at this job and I’ve never
Done this
Not for anyone and I’m sure
My opposite has never done it, would
Never do it but that’s another story
The fact is I know you’re behind
But I have things to do yet
I do it perhaps
I’m just a doormat but
A steaming one

Yet
The end of the day rolls around you
Take time to pop your head in the door
Say
Thank you I appreciate it so much
And I can say nothing but
No problem
Because that feels good and now
I’m glad I did it for you
I knew I liked you

Narrative Therapy

Composed 10/13/16
Description: In a nutshell. For today’s Daily Prompt: Clumsy. Mixing in some of my social work student knowledge today.

If you tally every time you trip
Apologize to passerby
For every tipped glass and
Every concrete stumble
With a
Sorry, I’m clumsy
You’re telling a story

You think but
It may not be
Statistical reality
But how you’ve created
You

It’s as simple and
As complicated
As paying attention to your grace
And stressing your strengths
To tell a different story
As they say
It’s in the details –
The ones you write in –
To change your perspective
And be a hero or a villain

I Do

Composed 10/12/16
Description: Wanted to try something different and get some inspiration for today’s Daily Prompt, so I researched some poetic forms for fun. Found the cute little nonet, in which you start at nine syllables and take one away each line until you get to one. “Nonet” is believed to be the word for a group of nine performers or instruments; thus, it is likely a form inspired by music. And, indeed, I think it has a very musical ring. Surprised at how quickly it came together. 

At nine in the morning I hear it
The tone of your thoughts rings out loud
I float on clouds and sunbeams
As the sky blues and grays
Then I remember
Think I’ll respond
Tomorrow
Promise
Love

In the End

Composed 10/11/16
Description: Sometimes a phrase that pops into your head (combined with a little Daily Prompt inspiration) can take you on a wild, sudden poetic journey. At least that’s what happened today.

I could drizzle a drop of drowsy desire
Down my lips and fingertips
Or simply spin secret syllables
That make fading scenes seem succulent
I could be a rule breaker and rip your bones
With off-beat wit and widespread appeal
So easily I could play commentator and
Collect comments from copious controversy
Perhaps I could pervert and present my life
With embarrassing exaggeration that inspires engrossment
Or perhaps
I can let my mind make up words
My eyes see and skin sense
Let my hands record emotion on the page
Whatever it may be
I could mimic and make friends
I could have your love and fascination
But in the end I feel best
Being original
Being me

City Block

Composed 9/29/16
Description: It’s been awhile, but the words still jump out at me, especially now that autumn calls!

When cigarette and coffee smoke
Are dancing in the air
When schools of people swarm around
Like you’re not even there
When police patrols and flashing lights
Set hearts a-pounding, scared
When hot asphalt, manicured grass
The cool breeze makes aware
It’s then you pull your jacket tight
Walk like a queen and dare

It’s like something could happen
And even if it never does
You still have now begun the dream
And you still feel it
There
On your skin