Two Haiku

Happy Memorial Day weekend! I hope you're having a great time with family and friends. :)

Here are two more attempts at Haiku using the prompt from Jill Badonsky on her Facebook page. It's basically two different versions of the same poem, but I like them both, so thought I'd share them both. :)

midnight
shooting star
flashes across the dark indigo sky
speed of
life

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star
blazing trail
across the black velvet sky
pan flash
life

Haiku

A haiku attempt from a prompt by Jill Badonsky on her Facebook page: 1 word, 2 words, short sentence, 2 words, 1 word...

warmth
dancing light
caressing my body and soul
mellow yellow
sunshine


Who knew that I would love trying to write poetry as much as I do? :)

Tears-a poem

GRIEF TEARS 

Sharon Prater-Pope (4-24-12)

Grief tears flow from my deepest core,
Like a waterfall with no shutoff valve.
For months they erupt from my eyes,
Glide down my cheeks, and drip off my chin,
Crashing onto my chest,
Soaking my blouse.
Memories and loss
Mix with salty water.

No turning off…

Suddenly they stop.
No turning them back on.
The pain of loss still sits in my core,
Etched forever
Like stone carvings under a waterfall,
In the crevices of my heart and mind.
Food and fat layers replace the tears,
Providing a wall of comfort and distance
From the risk of more hurt.

The walls only cause more pain…

Borrowed Things-a poem

BORROWED THINGS

Sharon Prater-Pope (4-29-12)

We own nothing in this life.
Not the next breath.
Not the next heartbeat.
Not our eyes.
Not our thoughts.
Not our time.
Not each other.
Not our children.
Not our families.
Not our friends.
Not our pets.
Not our land.
Not our homes.
Not our cars.
Not our bank accounts.
Not the beds we sleep in.
Not the food we eat.
Not our bodies.
Not our health.
Not our lives.
Not our creativity or talent.
Not our material things.
Not our sentimental things.
Not our memories.
Not the earth…

All on loan to us
For a lifespan,
To use and take care of while we’re here.
To be taken at any moment,
In a heartbeat.

The last breath drawn
Leaves it all behind
For others to use or abuse.
None of it ever really owned,
Only borrowed for a moment.

We go out of life
As we came in.
Naked and alone.
Bringing nothing.

Taking nothing…

Tears Freefalling-poem

TEARS FREEFALLING

Sharon Prater-Pope (4-24-12)

Freefalling tears,

Liquid prayers

Cleansing the soul,

Making way for new growth.