The Poetry Marathon

A Glimpse Through the Doorway (Poem 6/24)

Looking through the doorway out into a grassy field,

I sense there is someone waiting.

The lone tree dances in the wind.

Comfort is nailing my feet to the ground but my heart is leading me through.

I take a breath.

I inch my way towards the opening.

A figure emerges out from behind the tree, but I cannot see its face.

I squint my eyes as if to see better.

Just then the wind blows the leafy branches away exposing…

5:30 in the morning, time to wake up!

Was it all just a dream?

 

 

NAS Prompt 5

NAS Prompt 5   Peter, years later, receiving his last meal from a guard

 

The Guard says:  Here, (as he slams the bowl of over-aged olives down)

Your friends are telling people all around that you CHOSE the upside down cross.

You follow a dead fool and you choose like a fool.

 

I am much worse than a fool.

A fool at least stays true to one thought, crazy as it may be.

I was a cowardly liar — just once, but it haunts me forever.

 

The Guard says:  Yeah,  Marcus told us how you denied you knew him,

but we have you now.   You get to die the same pathetic death.

That’s going to prove something.  (snickering as he walks away from such a fool)

 

Thanks, God, for this food to quiet an empty stomach!    Why did I lie?

Jesus forgave me — he found ordinary guys, not a single prince amongst us,

watched us fail to listen,  watched us worry about who was first,

watched me lie 3 TIMES, He never lied to us, yet he gave me another chance.

How did he care enough to trust US to keep on teaching the world his better way?

How can I do this?   Oh, thanks for coming, Jesus!  You came to help me?  Of course.

 

By Nancy Ann Smith — an imaginary play of how it might have been.

a moment

poetry prompt for hour 7

visual images poem challenge

 

 

draw a heart to feel

using colors to remind

star gazing moment

doodling every stars from the sky

each stars illuminate the heart’s longing

cascading in the poet’s mind

emotions raising

capturing every angle of humanity

producing marvels of the soul

disconnected at times

longing never ending

lingering thoughts so evident

reminding how one living expressing

a moment

 

 

Elegy for Roxanne

 

You came to us

pup bones and fur, bouncing

Spent your days

licking, cuddling, pouncing

Sleeping next to the hearth

lost in dreams, dancing

Autumn time hunt

in tall grass fields, prancing

You left us

white of face, sighing

we bereft, crying

Your place with us

is memory and time

sacred soul, my rhyme.

 

 

The Pyre

You are no longer a being of free thought
You are bound to a cache you are greater than
I too share the prison you chain yourself to
As I am incarcerated because you are
Once upon a time you would offer perspective to those around you
Now it is as if the light that once was you has gone out
Extinguished by circumstance or chance
By fault or by choice
The charred remains stand in your place
And I keep them with me always
Hoping you can be rekindled
Reborn from the ashes
Erupting in fiery magnificence
Emitting your light once more
And filling us all with your warmth and glow

NAS prompt 4 — Romantic acrostic

NAS Prompt 4:  A Romantic Wedding

 

Romantic wedding brings family and friends, Buddhists and Catholics and others, together

Outdoor ceremony with September’s gentle rain cooled and refreshed, didn’t linger

Microphone announces  poets, flutist, readings, and we thank all guests for their part

And these two soulmates commit to continue appreciating, conferring, balancing, and

Not rolling eyes, or nagging or trash-talking about each other’s minor flaws,

Cooperating, coordinating, and co-facilitating today and throughout the future

Entrusting our lives and well-being to each other,  for each other, from this day forward.

by Nancy Ann Smith

Poem #1: Silence

The silence that I have decided to use on you

is the voice of reason that I have finally heard

@ Renee Avard-Furlow

June 13 2015

NAS Prompt 3

Have I been fishing for compliments? casting out for my next position?

… On this stocked lake of an improved job market.

Like a well known published account, it has been like a long night of nothing in the nets.

Is someone on the shore telling me to try once more?

hmmmmm.

by Nancy Ann Smith

Bessburough Road

Bessburough Road
Virginia Carraway Stark

On Bessburough road
In a little house
Of white and blue
There lived a grand lady
And she was
A grand mother too
She endured pain
And violent abuse
And she still found time
To give me hugs and kisses too
She never gave a thought
For her own safety, happiness or health
She was hard wired for love
On Bessburough road
In a little house
of white and blue
There lived a grand lady
I wish you had known her too

River

The river that runs through our lives.

Everyday is a knew beginning .

Every breath you take is breath of life.

When we feel a rain drop that falls on our soul.

Is too feel there is knew life.

When the rain stops.

The sun smiles on our souls.

For knew moment for life.

The river that runs through our souls is knew.

Beginning