Words from the Heart

The prompt yesterday for Poem-a-day was to write a historic poem, then today, we were to write a poem about a moment. This is my combination of both.   At the Turn of a Dime    Pacific blue held them as the day at sea began like so many others. Each man had duties to preform, each holding tomorrow dreams within. In a flash of airborne light, their reverie cracked, like their ship, as bombs and planes came raining down upon them.    My Dad, the greatest hero of my life, stood at his station when his CO, a young man, barely old enough for war, ordered him to help put out a fire at the bow. Snapping to in rote military fashion, Dad ran down the deck to the fire hose. As he turned to douse hell’s fury on the deck, a kamikaze slammed like an errant meteor full force into the destroyer steel of his station. From the bow, he turned to see the crumpled iron; where he had stood moments before lay torn open as if th...

More Poem-a-day poems to share.  These are from the prompt to write a seasonal poem.  Haiku is perfect for this prompt.     verdant sprouts push  up through the thawing tundra  messengers of hope  ___    beside lapping waves  children play long into day  late to bed the sun  ___   on the forest floor  two red leaves cling together  too soon for goodbye ___  poor little sparrow  huddling at my window  blizzard winds roaring  LMRN © 2015

The April Poem-a-day Challenge is upon us. While some writers find it a challenge to get up each morning and write a poem, I find it to be a perfect meditation to get the life-blood flowing. Here are some of what I have created in the wee hours... Prompt: things are not as they appear poem.   Vista   Mountains backlit in the peachy-pink of a stormy morning’s sun – a valley ripe with harvest wrapped around a quaint village of red-roofed stucco houses that encircle an ancient church built by Crusaders in years forgotten.   He had promised that she would never forget this view, this landscape they loved. Good to his word, he built their home high on a hill and facing east, a window, on which the master painted the coup l’oeil from the memories of her heart.   LMRN © 2015 Prompt: a mystery poem    The Case of the Perplexing Postcards   They found the box ...