When I am pregnant, I often have vivid and crazy dreams that stay with me even after I’ve woken. The following dream made tears come to my eyes. I thought it could possibly make a great story or even a book.
American Hero
A cap, a flag, a medal, too,
And an empty place at home.
He gave his life for me and you,
Defending his native loam.
In time of peace and time of war
He pledged us his very best.
Our nation’s colors he proudly bore
On his shoulder or his chest.
Despair
Silence
But not peaceful
Resentful
Angry
Unspoken thoughts
Words not yelled
Or uttered at all
Loneliness
Nowhere to turn
No one who cares
Pressure
Building and mounting
About to explode
Questioning
My own existence
To continue or not
Pain and Relief
This poem was written for Pensieve‘s Poetic License. The poetic form given was Diamante, an Italian form which consists of seven lines and forms a diamond shape when complete.
subject
two adjectives describing the subject
three words ending in “ing” telling about the subject
four words, first two describe subject, last two describe opposite
three words ending in “ing” telling about the opposite
two adjectives describing the opposite
opposite
Robin gave us two possible theme choices: the great outdoors or emotions. My diamante was inspired by end-of-pregnancy/labor/post-birth feelings. (Considering this was written just 17 days before the birth of my first son, I was writing from my personal experience.)
Spring Cleaning
It’s that time of year again -
Time to thoroughly clean within.
From bottom to top and up to down,
I’ll clean with not even the trace of a frown. [ha!]
Thanksgiving Woes
Desserts are what everyone bakes -
Their very best pies and cakes.
Now this is good living;
You see, it’s Thanksgiving.
Our tummies surely will ache!
This Thanksgiving limerick was written for Pensieve’s Poetic License, a monthly poetry meme.
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