Poetry Playing — April 18th & 19th
This first poem is one completed from half-formed ideas and notes I wrote in 2007 on my first visit to Friday Harbor. I had just spent 10 years in Las Vegas, the land of blowing dirt and gray concrete. I never finished the poem because it was missing something. Nessa’s Poetry Playing prompt helped me tie it all together.
Change
Hello Friday Harbor
Evergreen trees
Sea Breeze
No more hot, dry wind.
Blue skies
Gull cries
No more angry, flashing sirens.
Soul’s rest
Pacific Northwest
Good-bye Las Vegas.
CLA
Poetry Playing: Day 18
prompt: hot, dry wind
For Amoeba
You take my hand
As we walk down the street,
Or reach to touch me
When we sit side-by-side,
And without words
You let me know
I am loved.
CLA
Poetry Playing: Day 19
prompt: romantic love
It’s National Poetry Month. Write a poem — or two!
11 Comments
Both are excellent 🙂
Thom — thank you.
Truly beautiful poems soothing the heart.
Rosidah – -thank you.
The first one is great, but the second one? Wow. It made me sigh.
Linda — me, too. 😉 Thanks to how horrid my ex was, I never take Amoeba for granted.
The Pacific Northwest sounds so much better than Las Vegas!
The second one is sweet.
Barbara — most places are better than Las Vegas! And Amoeba is sweet, so a poem about him is bound to be, too.
you made pacific northwest sound like paradise where you and amoeba belong together 🙂
Polona – -uhm, that’s pretty much how I feel!
I love those – very nice! How lucky you are, and how inspiring that is!
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