Tracks

  Covering a lie is
like covering one's tracks
  in the snow.

Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. Amaya is hosting with a four part challenge: (1) The poem must tell a story in one sentence. (2) The poem must explore the theme of ‘the end of civilization as we know it.’ (3) The story must tell of an odd or embarrassing incident, either heard about, witnessed, or autobiographical. (4) It must be improvised.

It is one sentence. I lifted it without revision from my notebook so it is an improvisation. I suppose ‘snow’ could be analogous to ‘civilization’. The futility of covering one’s tracks in the snow might suggest a story where a protagonist is motivated to hope the snow melts (civilization ends) at least until the protagonist realizes that lies without the cover of civilization could be easier to spot.

Most Recent Page From My Notebook.

Alliteration

Mirror, mirror, mocking, merry,
How your scars are growing scary.
Winter’s wonders want to tarry,
Tucking tight with white the prairie.

Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. Bjorn is hosting with the theme of alliteration.

Winter’s Wonders

Good Deeds

It’s good that all those deeds I’ll never do
Won’t block me as I struggle to obey.
It’s good as well, though harder to accept,
That what I do get done’s forgiven, too.
That leaves the doing. May that ever stay
Removing clouds that darken sunny day.

Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. I will be hosting tomorrow, Thursday afternoon, with the topic of soliloquies. Think of them as talking to oneself while permitting the audience to overhear. I wrote this example of a soliloquy in iambic pentameter although any style would be acceptable for the prompt.

Forest Preserve in August

Christmas Gift

Reality is wonderful,
Terrifying, too.
What seems so weak, so powerful,
Is filling all of you.

Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. Bjorn is hosting with the theme of Christmas gift poems.

Sunrise Facing South

Talking

May the thought
My words have brought
Be pure
Like morning air.

It’s always you
I’m talking to
No matter who
Is there.

Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar where Amaya is hosting asking us to use ‘apostrophe’ in a poem. She describes it as “simply an address to someone not present or to an abstract concept”.

Pop Art

This poem is a can of soup,
But please don’t try to drink it.
It’s real, I guess, well, more or less.
Perhaps more less would be my guess,
So only try to think it.

Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar where Victoria C. Slotto hosts with the theme “Pop Art”. The can of soup refers to Andy Warhol’s Campbell’s Soup Cans to stay within the theme just in case it wasn’t obvious.

Lake Potawatomi

Not Long Ago

How recently the world appeared to me
The way you see it looking back at you.
Nasty worms made holes in what was true.
A snake creeped up the ancient apple tree.
Valid reasons were deceptive then.
The one who understood most turned away
And took a bite which stopped what he would say.
Those worms chew through the tongues of mortal men.

Perhaps that tale’s a metaphor. I know.
Perhaps another snake will shortly show.

Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. Bjorn is hosting with the theme of metaphor. I might have got carried away with the metaphors in this one, because I am no longer sure what I was trying to say.

Beginning of Fall