photo by Ed Roberston-unsplash
Sometimes© arlene s bice
Life ‘tis nae easy
at times ye must
become a rubber ball
bounce back an’ forth
with a wee resistance
abide ye time, hold
‘til it fades away
and go on.
Category: Poetry
Day 18 ProlificPulse Mo Po: a moment of solitude or introspection in your poem.
For Me, like a Cloud © arlene s bice
Just because I live solo
doesn’t mean oodles of empty
time hangs on or around me
this life is busy, this life is full
so, I take time out for looking
within, see what grows there
what feeds my soul, my heart
healthy thoughts, feelings to
carry me upward, like a cloud
floating to the everafter life.
Day 16 ProlificPulse Mo Po: a poem that explores the concept of home and belonging.
Home & Heart! © arlene s bice
Sometimes I come home
flop into a chair
exhausted, whew!
a glance around shows
crystals in the window
plants, objet d’art, paintings
all familiar
chosen carefully by me
reflections of my life
items I hold dear
surrounds me
with warmth
I’m home.
A new turf
moved into
a stranger raises
a hand, waves,
shouts a ‘hi’
a smile
it feels good
my heart says
here
I belong
here.
Day 15 ProlificPulse Mo Po: passage of time and the inevitability of aging.
As Time Passes© arlene s bice
So I see it my way as I’ve always done
not aging so much as ripening, maturing
as the fruit on the tree, tomato on the plant
coming to a fullness, adding experiences,
knowledge I didn’t know was incomplete
working toward, not perfection, a peak
level off, live more on memories made
now that quieter ones come along or
maybe I’m selective of time used
ahh, I love the memories I kept.
Day 14 ProlificPulse Mo Po: poem of wanderlust and adventure.
photo by Danny b-unsplash
It’s True © arlene s bice
At birth it was obvious to Mom
this is the one whose destiny is
to soar, to seek, to blossom with
travel; an adventure gene glowed
like a brilliant star shining within
you will mingle with others, it said
of different ethnic customs, beliefs
you will taste foods of many people
create friendships; gather knowledge
you will form friendships from afar
it’s true, it began early in life, a joy
it remains deep in my heart still
it’s restlessness, a wandering mind
feet itchy with sand-filled shoes
a thirst for ever more, again, again
writing it down may bring content
there, I did that, been there, next?
Day 12 ProlificPulse Mo Po: a dream you’ve had in vivid detail through poetry.
Dreaming the House of Change © arlene s bice
Repeatedly, it began with my house
of early setting in
back wall completely blown away,
exposed
rooms crooked, uneven,
empty
reconstruction not working,
lopsided
a ramp leading to entrance
crumbling
weatherbeaten, life beaten
a vision of my marriage
this repetitive dream alerted me
change was coming
it did, each time.
Day 11 ProlificPulse Mo Po: Capture the essence of a specific season or time of year in your poem.
Can it Be © arlene s bice
Along the roadsides dressed with hangings of wisteria
bunched together turning drab trees of sticks and bones
into scenes of beauty, heavy in the air is the musky scent,
it wafts in the window as I whizz by the fields, now green
never too busy am I, to ignore often passed over charm
can you possibly not feel or know the season revealed
Photo by Annie Spratt=unsplash
Day 10 ProlificPulse Mo Po: a poem inspired by a work of art.
Albo’s Strauss Waltz© arlene s bice
‘twas a painting, a print really
in my Mediterranean dining room
hung over my stereo console
back in the early days
married, becoming an adult
a perfect union, one glance
created music in my head
dropped down to my heart
while the stereo was off
impossible to be sad, silent
added life to a dinner party
gaiety before mellowness
circled the table formally set
guests mentally share a waltz
strangers became friends.
Day 9 ProlificPulse Mo Po: Explore the theme of identity and self-discovery in a poem.
Who Am I © arlene s bice
Born as one person
transformed into another
by experiences, by love
by people who wandered
into my life, stayed, and
those who didn’t
I am the girl who refused
to remain in the mold
crashed through barriers
painful as it was, marked
hidden scars stay hidden
only results show
a name that identifies me
changed by marriage
changed again
returned to the original
feels good, comfortable
like coming home
the true self, the girl
is not to be hidden
she is still there.
Day 8 ProlificPulse Mo Po: poem that centers around an encounter between two people shouldn’t really have ever met because
Stranger than . . . ©arlene s bice
I looked up to see him
across the crowded room
his eyes were set, baiting me
my aunt’s favorite tune
Some Enchanted Evening slid
into my mind, ran round and round
I slowly shook my head
to clear it, no help there at all
how could it be, I wondered aloud
as he crossed the room abuzz
low murmurs floating in the air
coming closer, eyes never leaving
mine until he was inches from me
glistening, burning into mine, all afire
What are you doing here, I whispered.
You are supposed to be 3,000 miles
away, I said. Not so, he huskily replied.
You are supposed to be 3,000 miles away.
And the years fell away. We were back at the beginning.
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