Friday, April 24, 2015

Honoring a Hero






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 the ship were made of paper.
  
Deep pacific blue held him safe that day,
returning him to land and those he loved.
But, Neptune took the CO,
a young man, barely old enough for war.



Linda M. Rhinehart Neas © 2015
 


 

Sunday, April 12, 2015

Four Seasons of Inspiration

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











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beside lapping waves 
children play long into day 
late to bed the sun








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on the forest floor 
two red leaves cling together 
too soon for goodbye









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poor little sparrow 
huddling at my window 
blizzard winds roaring 

LMRN © 2015

Monday, April 6, 2015

Early Morning Writings


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 as they cleared
the treasures of a lifetime.
Inside, postcards from around the world -
and back again -
On them, messages -
one-line love notes -
"You are my everything,"
"The moon wore your face, tonight,"
"Always, you are in my heart,"
all written in a strange hand -
all signed exactly the same -
"Yours, forever times infinity, X"
 
They read each one -
secrets of the past never seen before -
like the burial treasure of a pharaoh's tomb,
the postcards held a mystery.
This was not their father's signature!
Who was X?
Who knew their mother so intimately?
Why had she never told them?
 
The postmark dates varied,
beginning when the mother was
just a wisp of a woman -
young and fragile -
to just a few months ago.
That postcard, presenting
a wild beach somewhere tropical,
declared, "I will meet you behind the veil."
 
Did mother die of a broken heart?
Was X dead, too?
 
The labyrinth of love
loses those not meant
to know what the heart holds...

LMRN © 2015