Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 292

Today has been a weird day. I’ve been receiving entries for the 2014 November PAD Chapbook Challenge, and my online connection has been faulty at best. Plus, the kids didn’t go to school on Monday (making it feel like a Tuesday instead of a Wednesday). For some folks, this prompt may be dropping on Thursday instead of Wednesday–but I’ve still got close to 5 hours left here in Georgia. So let’s poem!

For this week’s prompt, write a resolve poem. People can resolve to do something. Then, they can test their resolve. Problems can be resolved, and detectives–I suppose–could re-solve a problem (or the world’s problems for that matter–wink, wink). So please resolve to write a poem this week and test that resolve.

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Here’s my attempt at a Resolve Poem:

“connections”

I resolved to get something done today,
but the Internet had other ideas,
namely to not work–so then I can’t work,
and when I can’t work I fill with ideas
for ways to get work done that never work,
because I’d need the Internet today.

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Happy New Year, everyone! Make a wish, steal a kiss, do whatever makes you feel good.

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192 thoughts on “Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 292

  1. Juanita Lewison-Snyder

    premonition
    by juanita lewison-snyder

    when the water finally comes for me

    the liquid will be dark,
    turquoise-grey in the distance,

    it’s outer edges, white and
    frothy like whipped egg whites

    reaching for the shoreline
    as for a child,

    my last breaths –
    an oil slick wreath above surface

    to mark where i once existed,
    and i will finally be at peace

    when the water finally comes for me.

    © 2015 by Juanita Lewison-Snyder

  2. sjmcken

    Resolve
    I have resolve for things outside my skin,
    for you or that which cannot be refused,
    but once inside resolve dissolves to thin,
    my universal solvent has diffused
    in lazy circles round my resolute.
    It seems I have two standards that I use
    and dither twixt, end run my dissolute,
    brisk one for you, but me?..solutions ooze
    in viscous twelfth-of-never cadenced flows,
    they know I will defer again, excuse
    my not-right-now. For there are poem rows
    to prune and rhymes to find, so sings my muse.
    …Resolve does have its place, and I am on it
    …if it must be (or if it is a sonnet!).

  3. sheala

    Evolution Resolution

    the calendar does not lie
    and so it really was a full year
    with a few spare week’s change
    that the terrible thing occurred
    and it could not be ignored
    stuffed down or smoothed
    away or over
    and everything was different
    and nothing would ever be the same
    but it has been a full year
    with some spare week’s change
    and I have changed
    with a heap of hard work and tears and resolve
    I have and continue to change

  4. taylacockle

    Wʜᴀᴛ ғʀᴀɴᴄɪs ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ I’ᴀᴍ ᴀʟᴀʀᴍᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ɢᴇᴛ ᴘᴀɪᴅ $6991 ɪɴ 4 ᴡᴇᴇᴋs ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀɴᴇᴛ . sᴇᴇ ɪᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ
    ………….. w­ww.Moneykin.C­o­­m

  5. Misky

    January Is Not Too Early to Hint

    There’s no hint of north
    in these winds, and I am completely
    removed from its stir.
    I am winter sun warming
    irregular steps
    and unsuspecting windows
    where winter crowds a tight hum,
    and I am resolved to provision
    every possible hint with spring.

    .

    (c) Misky 2015

  6. Cameron Steele

    The Ask or The Answer

    I only ask that you strip
    the tape from the typewriter
    before you kill yourself
    maybe you can even use it
    to tie into a bow, loop around
    a brass door knob and leave
    for someone to unwrap
    before they find they enter
    the present only to find the
    body of it turned blue and lost in
    its ink from moments ago.
    When moments turn to years or
    remora or the algae in its teeth
    you can write again —
    type it out: every single letter stutters
    its way until the bell rings and echoes
    in the angel’s wing bones, across
    the waves of the sea or the portrait
    of one like an answer, like the resolve
    to tie the question in a knot
    in the first place.

  7. qheavner

    Sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜᴏᴍᴇ! Gʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴊᴏʙ ғᴏʀ sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛs, sᴛᴀʏ-ᴀᴛ-ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴍᴏᴍs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴀɴ ᴇxᴛʀᴀ ɪɴᴄᴏᴍᴇ… Yᴏᴜ ᴏɴʟʏ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴜᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʀᴇʟɪᴀʙʟᴇ Mᴀᴋᴇ $90 ʜᴏᴜʀʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ $12000 ᴀ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜ ʙʏ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ʟɪɴᴋ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ ᴀɴᴅ sɪɢɴɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ
    Vɪsɪᴛ Wᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ…………………………. w­w­w.W­o­r­k4hour.C­o­­m

  8. JRSimmang

    CLARITY IN 2015
    a monumental discovery leads me down a path I should have walked before

    Due upon me every year,
    a chance at restriction:

    it’s time to shed those extra pounds;
    fold the shirts and underwear;
    fully stock the refrigerator with
    celery, carrots, and kale

    but I’ve noticed a few things
    between the now and the then:

    by March
    I’ve laughed a thousand times,
    by June I’ve fallen in love,
    by September I’ve had my heart broken twice
    and December I remember that I’ve done it all before.
    So I pace and I putter,
    attempting to command myself to
    stick to the advice I’d given myself earlier.

    It does no good, usually,
    until I think back:

    resolution is Latin
    for
    Loosen Up.

    -JR Simmang

  9. shellcook

    Resolution

    When I was eight, I got my first diary as a gift.
    It was so pretty with rainbow colored pages.
    I resolved to write in it every day,
    And I did, without fail.

    I had to.
    I was compelled to write.
    But my daily task became so much of a burden
    that I began to dread it.

    I was incapable of leaving one page blank.
    It was as if I would cease to exist,
    if I did not acknowledge that day.
    My resolution to complete that book became darkly personal.

    My only comment became the same comment,
    every day for the 365 days that year.
    It taught me that I had issues
    about things I didn’t know existed.

    Completion issues, or perhaps,
    Incompletion issues.
    I didn’t want to be a quitter.
    I wanted to acknowledge life.

    So, yes, I have the resolve to complete a task.
    I still have that little book,
    and when I happen upon it,
    I have to smile and cringe and put it aside.

    For it is the foretelling event
    of an obsessive compulsive trait
    that has, in great part, defined me,
    shattered me, and put me back together.

    My family still laughs about that little book
    and it still bothers me some, for a thing so small,
    so insignificant, to be the truth that it truly is
    and the lessons so hard to learn.

    1/9/15

  10. Shennon

    ‘Twas my resolve
    To try and solve
    The murder yesterday.

    ‘Twas my intent
    To circumvent
    The suspect still at bay.

    Such a small clue
    Led me to you
    The shock was in your eyes.

    You’re much too headstrong
    Your rap sheet is long
    Your guilt was no surprise.

    –ShennonDoah

  11. Doakley

    Cleaning House

    I resolve to dissolve
    last years resolutions
    that did not involve
    considerable evolution
    and not suffer a disillusion
    by the lack of solution
    nor accept for inclusion
    an obvious illusion
    to reach my conclusion.

  12. ReathaThomasOakley

    She was Resolved

    My mother never seemed to tire
    right up to the day she fell.

    She had, as most wise southern
    women did, a rule for
    almost everything.
    I think that kept her going
    for nearly ninety years.

    Always make your bed first thing,
    you’ll appreciate it that night.
    Close your mouth when you chew,
    and when you listen to the sermon,
    it’s nicer for others when you do.

    Clear the table right after
    each meal and always have
    a nice centerpiece for the middle.

    Stand up straight,
    wear nice shoes and
    clothes that match
    and always
    clean underwear.

    Even after she forgot
    my father was dead, or that after he
    died she’d briefly married another,
    she always wanted to wear to church
    that cute red jacket I chose
    to bury her wearing.

    In the pocket I found the clean, folded tissue
    she always carried to wipe her nose or
    to give to another in need.
    I left it there.

    As I now approach my three score and ten,
    how did that happen so quickly,
    I wonder if I should have followed
    more closely more of my mother’s
    life resolutions.

  13. Jane Shlensky

    Good Intentions

    Intentions are ephemera
    mayflies dithering in air
    around my head
    longing for results
    but not hooking up
    to anything but
    angst and long sun rays.

    I meant to complete
    my list of things I plan
    to do. I meant to do
    a couple of tasks on
    said list. I had every
    intention of having
    intentions, of facing
    the day with the firm
    chin of resolve, one
    eyebrow lifted in
    defiance of the undone,
    all set to solve a problem
    that is perhaps not
    on the list, but still—

    Eyeing my desk, its
    flurry of meaningful
    information drifted
    in stacks and piles,
    I am fired with desire
    to bring order—
    to discard, file, shelve,
    but distracted by sestina
    or a line that’s not quite right,
    I shuffle, restack, and
    Bury mess in desk drawers
    thus providing for
    my next fit of resolve.

    1. sjmcken

      Your first stanza is a jewel…that and your ” I personally have eight lanes to hell paved smooth as a cheek” in a comment below win the day!! I also enjoyed “one eyebrow lifted in defiance of the undone”….great wordsmithing!!

    2. PressOn

      You captured my interest with the first line, and held it throughout. Such wisdom and sheer humanity here. I love the loaded implications of “distracted by sestina.”

  14. Mag65

    I Resolve

    I resolve
    to stop trying
    to live in my earlier glories,
    to refuse growing
    tearful or angry about perceived injustices of life.

    I resolve
    to create
    my own future and its rewards,
    to cherish
    even societal-designated aberrations.

    I resolve —
    or so I promise myself,
    as the anesthesiologist injects
    the drug into my IV line,
    as the thoracic surgeon prepares
    to remove my cancerous right lung.

    As my mind dissolves,
    I resolve.

  15. fulfordtina

    ᴍʏ ᴄᴏ-ᴡᴏʀᴋᴇʀ’s ʜᴀʟғ-sɪsᴛᴇʀ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs $82 ʜᴏᴜʀʟʏ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴜᴛᴇʀ . Sʜᴇ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ғᴏʀ 5 ᴍᴏɴᴛʜs ʙᴜᴛ ʟᴀsᴛ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀʏᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴡᴀs $13905 ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴜᴛᴇʀ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ғᴇᴡ ʜᴏᴜʀs.
    Vɪsɪᴛ Wᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ…………………………. w­w­w.W­o­r­k4hour.C­o­­m

  16. James Von Hendy

    Should

    Every year you drag the boxes up
    and hang the lights, all joy and bliss—
    or not, some friends I know most down

    come winter’s dark. You clear the strands
    of dust and pay no heed to what
    it is that comes up, too, the small

    and heavy box of promise past,
    the things you said you’d do next year
    and packed away again before

    a month had passed. It’s strange, this box.
    It can’t be seen, and yet—almost—
    you know it’s there, the lurking shoulds

    that never come to pass. They say
    the road to hell is paved with them,
    so given failures past, why pack

    another burden in? Perhaps
    this is the year the magic works
    you say, your finger on the knot

    of string around another box,
    resolve a pretty package bound
    for darkness, neat and out of sight.

    1. Jane Shlensky

      This resonates with my boxes of bliss. You do a good job of relating the habit of collecting shoulds and well-meaning improvements. I personally have eight lanes to hell paved smooth as a cheek. Nice job.

  17. Earl Parsons

    With a New Voice

    So long I have whispered solutions
    Kept opinions to a small circle of
    Friends, family, and Facebook

    Of course, preaching to the choir
    Rarely changes anything
    ‘Cause they already agree

    Therefore, I resolve to get louder
    Venture outside of my comfort zone
    Let the world know that I’m upset

    Upset with the loss of freedoms
    Upset with government overreach
    And with the war on my beliefs

    I defended this great nation
    A defense that will never end
    Until I breathe my last breath

    And I want my America back
    Land of the free and home of the brave
    That shining city on the hill

    I want my America back and
    I’ll stand shoulder-to-shoulder
    With those who seek freedom

    I resolve to speak the truth
    I resolve to wave Old Glory
    And defend her with my all

    © 2014 Earl Parsons

  18. MatthewTM

    MINUS TWO SEVEN THREE POINT ONE FIVE

    We will find our resolution
    dissolved in the static,
    stretched so thin in every direction
    it defies anything we could ever imagine.

    Our problems are over when they cease to matter
    and where matter has no meaning.
    When entropy wins
    and the creases fall.

    So we splash and shout
    making ripples and waves
    because the more we disturb,
    the longer we endure.

    1. Mag65

      This poem is one that I enjoyed much because of your juxtaposing human intent to do something on the one hand and the inexorable world of physics on the other hand..

  19. taylor graham

    RESOLVE

    to wake at night under a full moon’s elvish ray
    to watch the morning silken out of gray
    and read the lichen etchings on a rock along my way
    to feel myself resolving
    and greet each sunrise like my first/last day

  20. Susan Schoeffield

    Schoeffield 2.0

    At times, I speak too quickly
    with words that might seem prickly
    to all the folks I know or never met.

    I seldom ever track these
    but gone, there are no backsies.
    The only thing to do is feel regret.

    If I had any notion
    I’d cause a huge commotion,
    I like to think I’d keep my big mouth shut.

    But that would take some changing,
    at least some rearranging,
    and here is where I’m stuck inside a rut.

    So here’s my resolution
    to aim for evolution
    and think before my mouth starts to expound.

    I hope my goal won’t fail me
    but if it should derail me,
    I’ll try again when next year comes around.

    © Susan Schoeffield

  21. RJ Clarken

    Je Suis Charlie

    “We must teach our children to resolve their conflicts with words, not weapons.” ~William Jefferson ‘Bill’ Clinton

    I resolve to speak my mind
    because my words can’t be confined.
    Wronged silence won’t become my fate:
    my pencil’s mightier than hate.
    And humor’s never borne of fear
    that what one says won’t be severe-
    ly dealt with. None can overstate:
    a pencil’s mightier than hate.
    Our global voices must decry
    these senseless actions: art can’t die.
    United, strong, we shall create.
    Our pencil’s mightier than hate.
    I resolve to speak my mind.
    My pencil’s mightier than hate.

    ###

  22. De Jackson

    january

    leaves her
    feeling a little naked,
    laid bare, un-de
    -cor(rug)ated as her
    house, left only with
    the slightest twinkle
    of forgotten light
    and the memory
    of pine in the corners.

    she re
    -solves algorithms once be
    -fuddled, sweeps out
    dusty closets and clears
    headspace for the lists
    and squares and lines
    ahead. she gently dreads
    the desert sun; wishes
    for a snow day, some
    hibernation time of
    silence.

    the mistletoe’s still
            up;
    the true gifts still
             unopened.

    .

    1. Jane Shlensky

      You’ve captured that rawness of undecorating that bums me out every year–the nakedness of a house that was so well appointed only weeks ago. Add this to the back-to-school and life of January and the thought that there are no other vacations until spring break… I love the ending (and the un-de) 😉

  23. IrisD

    Resolve or Revolve
    I resolve to eat no sweets
    give up pop and faux sugar too
    Less carbs and more water
    Healthy lifestyle is what I’ll do
    Walk at least two miles a day
    Drink juices made of fresh
    Vegetables and fruits, no delay
    Tomorrow

  24. Doakley

    Daily Treasure

    I am resolved to savor
    the birth of another day
    from my allotment of days,
    as the rising sun turns the
    clouds embracing the horizon
    a dark and dusky gray,
    to bruising pinkish purple,
    to warming fiery orange,
    to the full bright of day
    right before my aging eyes.

    To treasure those short hand
    written notes that start with
    Dear Grandpa and Grandma,
    how are you?

    The afternoon matinee at the
    movies, holding the cardboard tray
    of popcorn, soda and most of
    all, the highly sought after
    plastic action figure,
    so our guests may
    concentrate on the movie.

    Those lunches out
    touching fingertips across
    the table, discussing
    what sides we want to order
    with our shared sandwich.

    The serenity of the passing
    of another day, as the
    full bright sunshine begins
    to fade and turns the
    clouds embracing the horizon
    a warming fiery orange,
    to bruising pinkish purple,
    to dark and dusky gray,
    right before my aging eyes.

    1. BDP

      Totally loved this, especially the way you bookend the poem with dawn and dusk. Laughed out loud at the second stanza: holding the tray “so our guests may / concentrate on the movie.” Maybe it was the “highly sought after action figure” that tickled me. Young guests, I presume!

  25. Connie Peters

    I am resolved no longer to linger,
    Charmed by the world’s delight,
    Things that are higher, things that are nobler,
    These have allured my sight. –Palmer Hartsough

    Looking Up

    And here I am
    fascinated
    by my bit of earth

    groveling about
    in the dirt
    like a bug

    unaware of blue skies
    and white clouds
    above

    about time
    I spread my wings
    and soar.

  26. ReathaThomasOakley

    Legacy

    I resolve to
    write my life’s story
    in snippets
    of verse
    to leave to my sons
    and their dogs.

    And, perhaps
    Tracy and
    Maury will read
    what I wrote
    and better understand the men
    that they love.

  27. Walt Wojtanik

    STEALING MY RESOLVE

    The heart is willing,
    but ambition has vacated of late.
    It would be great to be this dynamo,
    a guy that can go all night
    writing. But habit has branched out.
    and any clout it had over your drive
    is barely alive. Any desire that remains
    is a fire merely a-flicker. The ticker
    needs a jump-start; a heart recharge.
    Try taking your cue from the support
    you garner and use it to your advantage.
    A swift kick is better than a slow demise.
    A word to the wise, “Take it when it comes!”

    1. PKP

      Good to see you here Walt – perhaps a self-imposed boot a good’nuf solution
      Not to resume all nighters – but simply to jump start stalked resolution ….

      As long as the heart is willing –
      Words tumble spilling

      Now enough of this quite lame repartee
      Diving under the covers on this single digity day

      Tis one thing to spout about kicks in the rear
      Quite another to drag oneself from there to here

      Keep the words coming 🙂

      1. Walt Wojtanik

        Pearl, Thank you. You have been a source of solace and comfort during this time. I appreciate the friends we have become thanks to poetry and Poetic Asides. After contemplating many changes, I think the only change I need to make is to go back to writing here and other places. Much to say before the “end of my day”!

        Realtha, Thanks. Common sense is always great advice, anytime.

        William, always an honor to have your comments on my work. Thank you.

        Sara, it is always great to be amongst my friends wherever poetry is posted. Reality is great inspiration and rends much emotion. It’s what I know! Thank you, my friend!

        1. PKP

          Aw Walt – unnecessary but what a wonderful and warm response. As I’ve said elsewhere this “not-so-virtual-world” and friendships are in a category all their own. (I suppose because we connect in deeper levels of thought and feeling stripped of the mundane and important reponsiblities of ‘three-dimensional’ relationships ) It is wonderful to see you here – I too value your friendship – Keep the words coming kiddo – or else “Next stop the Twilight Zone.” It is just too odd to have the words stop or your presence vanish. Enjoy the rest of the weekend.

  28. grcran

    Resolution of Drought

    Away from you
    first night in five
    What we have: so good so
    strongheavydeep
    Steep climb down from there to anywhere
    Two perfect partners died on me
    How do I resolve
    That remembrance
    with the glorious health wealth
    Of luscious lively you?
    Resolving to dissolve the doubt
    I move out
    beyond around
    into
    your sweetness
    Completeness
    Of us
    Alreadydone
    yet getting even better
    Wetting whole deserts with the rain of our love

    by gpr crane

  29. seingraham

    BE IT RESOLVED

    Finally now, that the old year has slid out of sight
    I really never thought it would leave
    It had such tenacious sucking days and weeks,
    sometimes whole months

    But never-mind, it’s gone and for good
    now and be it resolved, I am looking
    forward only to the year of the goat
    Or so says my Chinese calendar…

    I really thought the year of the horse,
    – that was last year – would be the one
    I am such a fan of those of the equine
    species – and I guess some fine things did occur

    Big doings in my professional life, I suppose
    A number of publications, an award…
    And I did get to travel a fair amount

    There was a point when I would have said
    family was gratifying – a new grandson
    arrived and I do love being a grandmother

    At least I did until someone cut me off
    at the knees but…that was then, this is now
    and be it resolved that I am not going
    to revisit what might have been

    Especially as I have no way of knowing
    why what happened happened nor how
    to fix any of it…and near the end of horse
    year…things got crazy nasty…criminal charges

    Actually…yeah…the same someone who
    ended my uber-grandma-hood complained
    to the law apparently that they thought I was
    off my nut – and how they knew this?

    My writing seemed a little bit manic to them,
    That I might be a danger to them (they who
    I am no longer permitted to see, talk to, etc.)

    Right…even the police seemed embarrassed
    to have to talk to me about this, telling me
    they’d read my work, could tell “it’s good”
    and that “there’s nothing of danger in it.”

    So, be it resolved to ignore the person trying
    to wreak havoc on me all the while pretending
    the opposite…
    Yes, be it resolved.

    1. PKP

      Gorgeous poem confabulatingly awful situation – Thank goodness for writing – To a new year and good riddance to all “tenacious sucking havoc”. Happy Healthy Peaceful New Year filled with Love and Light.

      1. PKP

        A brilliant description of a heck of a roller-coaster ride with peaks and drops as steep as mountainsides! To the Year of the Goat – a creature built to negotiate with ease the most arduous trails and able to stand and enjoy the cliffs – safe and sure footed on the acme savoring the scenery from far above. Keep the light shining on the terrific accomplishments and acknowledgments of this year and the sweet fruits of your labor.

      1. seingraham

        Thanks Pearl and William – as I read that over, it reads much too bitterly so I hope I got all the angst of the year of the horse out and can get on with the goat…it’s very much time to go forward. Thanks again to both of you for your comments and unwavering encouragement…they mean everything. Sharon

        1. PKP

          you reached out to me
          asked if all was okay
          looks like we were in
          a similar way – the
          year of the horse has
          now come and now
          gone away – hello
          sweet Billy and welcome
          to this resolve sparkling
          new day 🙂

          1. seingraham

            Indeed…our writing seemed to parallel at times and I couldn’t help wondering if someone in your life was doing you the same kind of nasty betrayal I’ve been experiencing. I have resolved to go forward but am willing to talk over the gash in my heart anytime…S.

      1. seingraham

        Thanks Sara…I’d forgotten this expression but I think that’s exactly what I’ll do. Hard to believe that in just over a week I’m off to Florida for their Poetry Festival and a workshop with Thomas Lux…(speaking of wild rides and an excellent reason to leave the deep freeze that is Edmonton…).

        1. PKP

          Yes m’dear leave all deep freezes behind a travel to Florida for the Poetry Festival. Please remind me again where and when precisely perhaps via FB, PM, PA, smoke signal whatever 🙂

  30. Bruce Niedt

    Better late than never, Robert. I haven’t been writing much at all lately, but I did write one today, so I made it fit the prompt just by adding a single word. Hope the subject isn’t TMI for some of you (and some of you have been through it), but the good news for me is that the worst may be over.

    Stone

    The doctor shows me CT images of my kidneys,
    toggling them back and forth like a flip-book
    of my urinary tract, where on one side
    a certain white spot swells and shrinks in size.
    There’s your culprit, he says, not much bigger
    than a pencil point.
    A three-millimeter stone,
    but not really a “stone”, he explains –
    they’re irregular, spiky crystals of calcium
    that bang and scrape against the ureter
    on their way to the end of the line.
    No wonder I’ve been in so much pain –
    it might as well be a gladiator with a mace
    flailing his way out of the coliseum in my abdomen.
    All you can do is tough it out, the doctor says,
    then gives me a sieve and invites me to catch it,
    a little ball-and-cup game to distract me from my agony.
    But I still need the resolve to get through it all,
    and if I’m lucky, I’ll net a prize that’s not much bigger
    than the period at the end of this poem.

    1. seingraham

      Owww…I feel your pain. I know others have said this but I reiterate – the pain of a kidney stone is the only thing I’ve ever felt that was worse than labour. Honestly, I was working at a receptionist desk and I swear, I thought someone snuck up behind me and stabbed me with a knife! I barely made it to the washroom before passing out…”All you can do is tough it out” – easy for him to say…Good poem Bruce. Glad the worst is likely over.

    2. Jane Shlensky

      How eloquent pain has made you, especially knowing that the tiniest things can cause such huge miseries. I inherited this propensity for kidney stones, so I admire that you managed to write this at all. Hope you’re soon stone-free.

  31. PKP

    Okay -wrote this as a New Year’s poem… and regretted not being to share it here … and now here comes an opportunity!!

    The Shelter of Shine
    Happy New Year

    I resolve standing in the center of the Shelter
    Of Shine that there shall be a revolution in this
    new day. I see in the waves of wheat and ripples
    of sea, in the clouds skittering above and in the
    earth beneath my feet the review of all that has
    gone before and turn my face dedicated to the
    light – recite that recent ways are not the way –
    that despair, desolation and tears falling as
    thrumming drumming dismal downpours are not
    the design. With a lightening heart I cast off
    each moldered strip of gravitus
    each flickered beheaded bloodied individual
    each scar and scourge upon Mother Earth in all her forms
    strip these horrors one by one and see beyond
    and know that even the flattest grimmest
    gray shall never ultimately win –
    for there is
    no contest nor competition nor conflict
    There is only what is – and what is holds and heals,
    repairs the slightest fray in the fabric of the grand
    shimmering tapestry.
    for all is meant to renew
    Here on this new morn in a fresh born year
    it is revealed that all that beckons the darkness
    is but a fairytale – a whirl of whispery words
    I resolve standing in the regifted
    Shelter of Shine that there is a revolution of
    positivity and hope soaring beyond the curtained sky

    In this New day I shall fear no more the intemperate pull
    of purloined panic – stolen from my childish terrored fears –
    for there in the waves of wheat and the ripples of
    sea in the clouds skittering above, and in the very
    earth beneath my feet – in the darkest unstarred
    night and beneath the skudding skies of cast-over
    day there is always–
    bright as an infant’s newly gleeful gummy grin-
    trickling under closed doors and through cracks
    in darkened corridors of place and mind
    there is
    always light.
    Safe, in the radiance that pours about us all and gathers its beams
    into a smile of benevolent certitude –
    I here and now with a strong arm and calming heart
    throw fear personal, and collective, into the vanishing wind
    and stand
    bearing witness
    filled with hope and possibility, kindness and awe of
    All connected into One –
    Centered in the glimmer and sparkle
    in the crystal clear air of the future
    of this bright new day beginning

    I Breathe
    Again

    1. grcran

      this is powerful, almost apocalyptic… tumultuous and joyous emotion well-conveyed… many great phrases, e.g. ripples of sea in the clouds skittering above… rusty

          1. PKP

            You’ve got the baton throwy thingie as yours! BTW…this is the way I deal with things that simply fall outside the boundaries of reason…

    2. PKP

      Thank you all so very much – your support and wonderful comments are so deeply meaningful and truly appreciated. It is wonderful to be here among people who ‘understand’ the value of a kind word. Sometimes I need to remind myself that there is a “shelter of shine” and this was such a time – Thank you one and all.

  32. Michelle Hed

    Never Letting Go

    Threads
    slipping away…
    trying to catch
    the ends
    before they disappear
    but
    some shouldn’t be caught,
    some need to be let go…
    given freedom,
    to be forgotten,
    forgiven
    while
    the others
    you should catch
    hang on tight
    weaving your way
    towards
    your goals,
    your dreams.

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