Showing posts with label 12. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 12. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Precious One



You live too far away
for me to watch you grow
except for photographs
sent by your mom
and grandma, too.

I know why they call
you a great granddaughter
because that is what you are
I long to hold you
get to know you
and you know me, too.

I'll train myself to get used
to longing for you each day.
I'll see your face from a photo
on my wall. I'll remember
your smile, your smell,
the feel of you in my arms
until I hold you again.

Great Form


Shadorma
is my favorite
poetry
form so far
because it’s so simply done
I hope you’ll try it.

If you use
this Spanish poem style
remember
it can be
more addictive than even
the Haiku or Lune.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

A New Mood

(PAD for day twelve)

Forget what they say.
Traffic in the city
isn’t horrendous, nothing
negative can be said
about a place that so
many people want to be.

Fact is, and this is true,
cars are jammed and line
the streets because it’s
a good place to be. Traffic
clogs the roads you drive on
because these are the roads
that are most desirable.

How lucky you are to be there,
to receive that energy you can’t
get anywhere else. This is
the place you were meant to be.