Patience Thy Name Is Iris – Poetry Prompt 63

Waiting
Here
For
You.
 
I’ll
Catch
You
Yet.
 
Hide
In
The
Grate
Moth.
 
I
Can
Wait
All
Day
Too.

Written for Pooky’s Poetry Prompt for today: http://pookypoetry.wordpress.com/2014/07/02/poetry-prompt-63-one-word-per-line/

Also, inspired by my sister’s cat Iris, who is stalking a moth through the living room right now.

I Beg to Differ – Poetry Prompt 45

I’ve often heard
Said so much
That it’s not the ending
But the journey loved so much.
 
I’d like to disagree
A little bit
Because to me
It also matters in the end
Where you would like to see.
 
The journey is important
I won’t forget that,
But where you want
To end up
Is also as important
As that.
 
The climbing up the mountain
Matters in great import
If where you want
To end up
Is up upon the peak.
 
So remember while you’re climbing
That the journey there is good,
Keep in mind also
That where you end up is too.

Written for one of Pooky’s Poetry Prompts: http://pookypoetry.wordpress.com/2014/06/14/poetry-prompt-45-climbing/

And because I’ve heard that the journey is the most important part. While it is important what you use as a means to an end, the end you’re moving towards is just as important.

Surprises All Around – Poetry Prompt 28

Go on, you’ll be surprised at what you’ll find.
Reams of fabric stick out from nearly every shelf
And spools of thread hide the pincushoins from sight.
Don’t forget the carved wooden box made so long ago.
Memories surround you as you glance through the pictures on the wall.
As Granny smiles at you from the bed
She tells you of where each little piece sitting about her room came from.
 
Remembering that some fabric is from when she was little,
Others from the time just before computers were a thing.
Or maybe she’ll say how the carved box belonged to her mother as a teen.
Maybe someday, you’ll know all her stories and all the things she’s seen in her time.

Started a while ago for one of Pooky’s poetry prompts and finally finished today: http://pookypoetry.wordpress.com/2014/05/28/poetry-prompt-28-time-difference/

This prompt reminded me a little of my Great Grandmother’s house and how I loved listening to her tell me about the different things. Before I could go into that memory too deeply, I walked by my own mother’s room and listened to her talk to some of her younger grandchildren and I know what the poem was going to be about.

On the Horizon – Poetry Prompt 25

Sounds are still,
There’s no one around,
Or mayhap they’re tired of the bill?
Reaching out with soundless arms,
My eyes watch as the clouds approach.

It was almost too quiet, but real life didn’t come with background music.

I wonder often how it will all turn out.
So I must continue on without a doubt.

When you make a decision, for better or worse, it was still yours to make.

Can I withstand what will come about?
Oh, I shan’t sit with a moment of doubt!
My faith is given and trust as well,
I know that for some this is a farewell.
No, I must face this head on, and know that
Going through with my life while still at bat.

Written partially for how my life seems to be going at the moment and partially for Pooky’s prompt: http://pookypoetry.wordpress.com/2014/05/25/poetry-prompt-25-extended-metaphor/

Walking Through Life – Poetry Prompt 24

Life is a fragile thing
Never forget that
Even when smiling.
 
You build up walls
Higher and higher
To keep out those who would make you fall.
 
Friendship is more than a note
Played out in a song
You hear over your mote.
 
It is something strong
Will give you peace
Even when both sides are wrong.
 
Friends will come and go
Flitting in and out of your life,
But those you give your heart will not cause that woe.
 
There are many levels in this being
Friends for fair weather
And friends for the traumas you’re seeing.
 
Life is not the only fragile thing,
Friendships can leave you
Without another being.
 
A part of you gone
With nothing and no one to help you,
Forevermore alone.
 
But don’t let this stop you from finding another
To share life’s walk
Through trial and error.

—–

Written for yesterday’s Pooky’s Poem prompt: http://pookypoetry.wordpress.com/2014/05/24/poetry-prompt-24-fragile-friendships/

And because this is something that I have seen throughout my life and yet I would not stop meeting new friends because you cannot go through this life alone.

Dust Bunny, Hop Hop – Poetry Prompt 14

Dirt will puff with the lightest of touch
Unless of course the scent comes out
So don’t complain when by she will slouch
There really is no need to shout.
 
Because she will rub up against you
Until you smell as dusty and she does.
Next her mother will come on around,
Necessary it will be, for she will tongue bath you.
Yes she will try to reach all around, but still you’ll smell dusty.

Written for another of Pooky’s poetry prompts: http://pookypoetry.wordpress.com/2014/05/14/poetry-prompt-14-describe-a-smell/

My cat’s name is Usako, which means baby bunny, as she had rather large ears as a kitten would spend most of her time jumping around. As an adult, she likes to roll around in the dry dirt out back and then come in. It’s not always easy to tell when she’s done this as she’s a grey and orange and white cat. (She’s mostly grey.) So, she’s my little ‘dust bunny.’

Never Over – Poetry Prompt 16

So that time is almost over again!
Come see the end of what we began.
How those days dragged on,
Or in the blink of an eye, they were gone.
Only now that I look back
Longing shows me what I lack.
Best days of my life.
Don’t forget walking between classes with friends.
Always remember that I learned from the ends,
Yet remember that those days are now gone.
So keep in mind what you had all along.

Written for Pooky’s Prompt for yesterday: http://pookypoetry.wordpress.com/2014/05/16/poetry-prompt-16-school-days/

School had a lot of interesting phases for me. Elementary school was a time of bullies and learning not to let the other kids get to me while also learning everything else. Middle school was about learning that people might still try to bully you, but that they lacked the imagination of kids in the younger grades (still don’t know why that was), but also learning that everything I learned in elementary school had a lot more to teach me while making me learn to accept that each teacher has a different set of rules. High school taught me that things are going to be hard, some times will be harder than others, but that it’s worth the end goal of being able to walk down that aisle with my friends and throw a cap in the air. (It also didn’t matter which cap you picked up from the floor at the end, because they were all the same, no one wrote their names in them. We were all the same in the end even while the cords on our robes were all so different.)

School was a fun learning experience and I really enjoyed it except for a few times and incidents, but I learned that even those will only last so long. There is always going to be more to life and it will come along at random and inconvenient times and I just have to live with it. Complaining takes too much time and energy, but it also has it’s time and place. I also learned that everyone can take a refresher course when their kids (or their siblings’ kids) need help with their homework.

Pillow Talk – Poetry Prompt 7

Now don’t forget that night will come,
Insidious though your thoughts may be.
Gone will be your thoughts of peace
Here to stay are thoughts full of grease
To keep you awake all night without lease.
Sweet Dreams?
Take courage now and remember
Even should the dreams continue to come,
Remember that they cannot follow you where
Reality is, for they are not physical.
Only you can allow them power over your mind.
Remember always that in the end it is you who holds control.
So keep in mind when awake at night that you hold the power.
Angels on pillows.
Don’t forget one last thing,
Reminded I was of everything.
Everything is not so easily controlled,
At best your dreams you’ll try to stroll.
My prayers will be included
So my dreams may not be deluded.

Written for Pooky’s prompt today: http://pookypoetry.wordpress.com/2014/05/07/poetry-prompt-7-an-antidote-to-nightmares/