Wow! I can’t believe I let this prompt languish for this long. The last time we “played favorites” was late May in 2019. “Playing Favorites” is as simple as choosing a favorite poet/poem (world famous or just famous in our own little garden) and picking a line or title of one of their poems and using it as an inspiration for your new piece. Incorporate the line/title into your poem (remembering to credit the source and poet always).
NOT FOR LACK OF MUSIC
She hosts a host of
concerts of many genres
in her core, daily,
hourly, or even
moment-by-moment. And in
those moments, she’s moved
but she doesn’t move.
Not really. Oh, perhaps she
sways. Shifts her shoulders
She’s intimate with rhythm.
She knows which music
begs an offbeat tap.
She was likely introduced
long before her birth.
Drum cadence stirs her.
Jazz makes her long to sing. Swing.
Waltz softens her eyes,
behind which she glides
across an icy-smooth floor.
She, frozen in place.
Perhaps she will dance
with moonbeams on the wall, while
the house is asleep.
© Marie Elena Good, 2021
The idea of dancing with moonbeams on the wall while the house is asleep is from “TOM’S BEACH, Scène Fourteen: A View Inside Out,” by our own brilliant Marilyn Braendeholm.
THE DAYS NEVER END
The days never end but for the longing,
a desire to hear you once more
long after death has closed the door.
A sense of place, a belonging,
but your absence has shaken me to the core,
I wish that I had told you long before
you’ve left this mortal coil as we work and toil
in the place where your voice held us enraptured.
Rest assured that we heard you and held your words dear.
I wish you were still here to express your heart,
to battle fiercely, to pierce through our fog.
The days never end but for the longing.
We had discussions, philosophic rambles on the shambles
the world had fallen into. Of this journey. Across an ocean and far
from eyes that witnessed your failing, to send you sailing
into the heavenly skies. Sadly, you were a fleeting moment
that I had left languishing for too long. Your words were strong,
your passion was fire. You reached me at the right time.
I am grateful for the time we shared, over miles divided,
the days never end but for the longing.
© Walter J Wojtanik – 2021
*** The inspiration for this was taken from “O Magnitude” by one of our fallen flowers, and written for Andrea Heiberg