Check, Mate - Nov PAD day 8

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Check, Mate

It’s (not?) the end

of the world

as we know it;

though it feels

like a death

in the family,

the loss of a limb

or your only friend.

You know

the game isn’t over.

There is still

love

to be spent

(but it’s your)

move.

PSC / 2016-11

Penned for Day 8 of Robert Lee Brewer's November PAD (Poem-A-Day) Challenge.    

Assignment: nothing will ever be the same or nothing will ever change

For more, check out this link:  2016 November PAD - Day 8

 

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Mourning, Ablutions - Nov PAD day 7

photo by PSC / 2012

Mourning, Ablutions

They’re doing it again

(still) spewing, spouting

nouns, verbs and invectives

(as if they weren’t infectious)

as though this sluice and slop

had no power to begin 

(please, stop)

an execration epidemic.

‘Only words’, they say

(denying all li(e)-ability)

all the while heaving bile –

(muck they find amusing)

confusing humor with de-

basement, malice, degradation,

disseminating venom,

fracturing the nation.

I empathize the anger;

but while I share their fears

I sorely mourn these (un-)

civil activities;

I ache and rue that this

is what the world perceives

as half a nation gloats

while the other half grieves.

PSC / 2016-11

Penned for Day 7 of Robert Lee Brewer's November PAD (Poem-A-Day) Challenge.  

Assignment: an activity poem 

For more, check out this link:  2016 November PAD - Day 7

 

Shades of Meaning - Nov PAD day 6

photo by PSC / 2013

Shades of Meaning

A woman

of few words

she

fears the power

that they wield

(knows all too well

the damage

they may do.)

She’s troubled

by the thought

that they might

come back

to haunt her

(and

she’s sore afraid

of ghosts too.)

PSC / 2016-11

   Penned for Day 6 of Robert Lee Brewer's November PAD (Poem-A-Day) Challenge.   

Assignment: a phobia poem 

 For more, check out this link:  2016 November PAD - Day 6

Wireless - Nov PAD day 5

photo by PSC / Nov 2016

Wireless

Some might say

she’s wired

to the world.

No servers,

no apps (perhaps)

but without a doubt

the best connection

anywhere, by far

(bar none).

Consider the sun,

moon, stars,

mysteries whispered

far and wide

in wind and water,

clues concealed, revealed

in rustling leaves, ferns unfurling,

sacred secrets secured

in rocks and trees.

 She’s so enthralled by it all –

colors, textures, scents, sound,

creatures – large and small,

trees, flowers – even bugs –

and she’s hoping

that she never

comes unplugged.

PSC / 2016-11

  Penned for Day 5 of Robert Lee Brewer's November PAD (Poem-A-Day) Challenge.   

Assignment: a wired poem 

 For more, check out this link:  2016 November PAD - Day 5