PROMPT #423 – HOW TO __________

We’ve all seen or heard of the series of instructional books “For Dummies.” They even seek to provide a “Complete Idiot’s Guide” to nearly every endeavor known to humankind. They all seek to show “How To” do something. Admit it, we’ve all attempted to search You Tube for instructions about something or other.

So this week we look to you to provide poetic information on how to do something. How to use a left handed ganglion wrench. How to boil water. How to write a “How To” poem. Tell us what to do, or more importantly, how to do it. I assure you we will be better served for it!

MARIE’S GUIDANCE:

How to Recognize Yourself

In somewhat of a hurry, she quickens her steps. Her eyes shift right as her side vision catches a glimpse of scurried movement in a store window.  In what seems like a nanosecond, her eyes are looking ahead of her again.  Just like that, her pace slows drastically, as her eyes again shift right in a nearly imperceivable attempt to pull themselves together.  “No,” they try to convince themselves, “that is not her.  That is not us.”  She allows herself to come to a full stop.  She turns to face the window, to stare into those eyes that betray her.  The woman staring back at her has sparse brows, and even sparser lips.  Her shoulders droop, negating the fact that she feels erect.  Her upper arms sag.  She wears sensible shoes.  She doesn’t know what the big hurry was.

Eyes search for signs of
former beauty.  Christ reminds  
us, we are His bride.

© Marie Elena Good, 2023
 

WALT’S TUTTILAGE:

HOW TO FORGET A TRUE LOVE

Forgetting a true love?
The formula is simple.
For the one who held your heart
has been equally held in return.
You yearn for it to keep you filled,
keep you fulfilled, but it doesn’t all ways.

So, you weed through your feelings,
dealing with the pain and heartache
(and it may even break you).
But you choose to linger
as you trace your finger around your heart.

And so you start.
You discard every picture in your mind’s eye,
but it isn’t possible. Each and every memory lives
and breathes within you. Every twinkle of the eye,
each smile that warmed your heart takes you back
and you realize you can’t forget.

You find the cards and notes that you wished you
could have just discarded, but you have 312 reasons why
you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. 
Each word of affection gave direction to your heart
and you start to think of her again in that way.
Every X and O to end the session was a message that 
rooted deeply, filling you completely and bringing you
closerthanthisclose once again. 

And then you realize
how much you ache for that look, that smile, that kiss
that could bridge a gap 1600 miles wide if need be.

And there’s this catalog of poems you had written
to show you were smitten by her very being,
Looking at her as if you were seeing her for the first time,
for the thousandth time. 

The sound of her voice had soothed you
as if it had chosen only your ears to placate and sate with whispered
nothings that sweetly thrilled you. 

It kills you now that true love had sailed away,
It failed you in a way that saddens you to this day. So you vow to forget,
to let bygones be and you see it isn’t easy. Your stomach is queasy.
And you determine there is one and only one way to forget a true love. 
You don’t. You just carry the baggage, the guilt, the pain and all the loving memories
with you for the rest of your life. You should forget your old phone number.
That would be so much easier.

© Walter J Wojtanik - 2023

74 thoughts on “PROMPT #423 – HOW TO __________

  1. HOW TO KEEP CALM

    Before you fly
    clear off the course
    and dim your eye
    with rued remorse,

    take time to think
    of alternate courses.
    Avoid the brink;
    just hold your horses.

  2. Success

    My bones are better than they once were,
    fragile as a child, broken as a young adult,
    strengthened now by effort and time.
    My eyes see more, and better too, and when
    they’re tired, they rest, not needing to
    gather every sight, sometimes happy to
    simply watch a young couple in love stroll by.
    My back and knees know how to bend, and how to
    lift, to stay away from trouble in its many forms,
    because my ears no longer
    hear the proud demands of youth.
    The sky is bluer than it’s ever been and
    I have yet to see a lake that did not calm me.
    Warmed by the sun of the West, I can’t wait
    to see what each new day brings to
    add to my joy.

  3. How to Blank

    You just stare
    At nothing
    Neglect care
    Of anything
    Never share
    A wanting
    Always bear
    Everything

    You never regret
    Kind words unsaid
    Keenly forget
    Letters unread
    And never let
    Warm tears be shed
    Nor call to dread
    Or hint of fret
    The very dead
    Your place now set

    Your heart turns cold
    Remade of stone
    Once thought as bold
    Ne’er love be shown
    The soul’s been sold
    A meatless bone
    Covered in mold
    Of ungodly tone
    Severed and old
    Left to die alone

  4. How to Write a Poem with Neither Time or Inspiration

    Start with what’s around you
    to the right (on an end table):
    headphones with travel bag,
    glasses cleaner and cloth,
    an insurance book you’ll never read,
    a title of a book you want to read,
    the number for the ER your son was in,
    an empty place for your computer,
    (on the floor) your ukulele in a black case,
    a friend’s wire trash can you didn’t want
    that you traded for one you had wanted to keep.

    To your left (on and end table),
    a half glass of water,
    cold tea in a big Scrabble mug,
    a children’s novel in verse
    like you want to write someday,
    a Kindle containing many books,
    a hymn book, a Bible reading chart,
    a Barnabas Aid newsletter,
    a catalog for college courses,
    a study on Ruth with a promise
    to do the lesson before Tuesday.
    a cell phone in a well-used cover.

    So much can be said
    with what you have around you.

  5. HOW TO COPE AFTER COVID COMES KNOCKING

    a morning test
    reveals
    what does not appeal
    and now
    what is it I feel
    true
    I have no zeal
    but I don’t know how
    to process
    this
    I did follow every ‘how to stay safe’
    masks on
    wash hands
    wash them again
    isolate
    before it’s too late
    check for fever
    if you shiver
    test for that quiver
    and after two and a half years
    trying to eliminate fears
    it actually came right into my house
    my husband was dying
    so I hired someone
    to help me keep trying
    to support him to the end
    keeping him on
    to just help me with heavy lifting
    and gifting
    me with companionship
    such a fun friendship
    began
    but last week
    after he was here
    being ever so dear
    he got home
    informing me he had Covid
    nine days later
    so do I
    so careful or not
    I got caught
    right here
    at my door step
    at least I know how to survive
    dig deeper, focus, do and thrive
    think positively
    and stay
    alive
    and be grateful
    my daughter lives
    nearby
    to pick up my necessary med
    while I head back to bed
    determined to get through
    this, too
    facing whatever it is
    I must do
    somehow
    even though right now
    I would honestly tell you
    I’m not sure
    I really
    know how

    (c) Janet Rice Carnahan 2023

  6. How to Write a Poem

    Take your pen, the old fashioned kind
    with a nib, and reach it deep into your
    heart to find the words you need

    Let the words swirl across an empty page
    making declarations of love, or envy, or
    loss, or friendship, until the ink

    has faded to nothing and your heart
    has nothing more to give.

  7. The Odds and Ends of My Life

    I sit
    Staring at my computer
    Arms crossed in a trance
    Knowing not where to take the first step
    But I must

    Hundreds of devotionals
    Thousands of poems
    Tens-of-thousands of pictures
    Here, there and everywhere
    What a mess

    So many thoughts written
    So many memories within
    So much of my life infused
    So much love injected
    So much time unwasted
    So much me

    But I’m old now
    With a disorganized brain or
    Maybe just an overwhelmed one
    Maybe both

    Either way
    I don’t want to leave a mess
    For others to try and figure out
    I want things organized
    Easy to follow
    Easy to find
    A legacy of sorts

    But where to start?
    From the beginning?
    By subject of type?
    My mental list of favorites?
    Or just throw a dart?

    First I must uncross my arms
    Break my trance of confusion
    And just step up to the keyboard
    Grab my mouse and
    Get to work

    I can do this
    I have to do this
    My odds and ends are important
    I will not fail

  8. Sobriety for Dummies

    Don’t think
    About a drink.

    Nip in the bud
    Any thought of that drug.

    Ignore the body’s cry
    For another high.

    All failed advice
    In both the dark of night
    And in the brightest daylight

    But what has worked for me
    Is to speak of addiction freely,
    To surround myself with community
    And to drink long of the Living Water.

    I speak it and he rolls his eyes
    Brushes my words away
    “You’ve stayed sober this long
    You won’t get it wrong
    You didn’t yesterday
    You won’t today.”

    But telling is key
    To the accountability I need
    To silence the craving that burns
    Before my body uncontrollably yearns
    For the poisonous needle with greed
    And I no longer succeed
    At sobriety

    5 years, 10 months, 22 days

  9. How To Train A Puppy

    Puppy chews rug.
    You spray it with Bitter Apple.
    Puppy chews wooden table.
    You spray it with Bitter Apple.
    Puppy figures out that the spray
    dries. Goes back to chewing
    rug and table.
    Puppy gives you loud, squeaky
    toy to throw. You throw it.
    Puppy brings toy back.
    You throw it.
    The game continues on and on,
    broken only by a treat or a nap
    in crate.
    Puppy cuddles in bed with you.
    All is forgiven.

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  11. How to Find Ames
    Start with your heart-

    let it lead you down

    yesterday’s roads
    as the odometer
    click off the miles.

    Let it take you

    through small towns
    hidden from thoroughfares
    others drive in haste

    and to the diners
    where you wanted to eat
    if only you had the time..

    Let it lead you

    into a valley
    of broken barns
    and broken farms.

    Follow it to a land

    of greenery
    and a small river-

    listen as it speaks.

    Listen to your heart

    as you pass fields
    and remnant prairies
    until you’re in Ames at last.

    Feel your pulse quicken

    once you drive past a pond
    and circle the university campus
    surrounded by memories.

    Pause by Osborne Hall
    the chemistry building
    where you met the girl
    you dated freshman year.

    Look around to see

    how the campus has changed
    and how it remains the same.

    Drive past her old dormitory

    and look to the sky
    as gentle clouds
    drift like dreams

  12. How to Find Ames (Revision)

    Start with your heart-

    let it lead you down

    yesterday’s roads
    as the odometer
    click off the miles.

    Let it take you

    through small towns
    hidden from thoroughfares
    others drive in haste

    and to the diners
    where you wanted to eat
    if only you had the time..

    Let it lead you

    into a valley
    of broken barns
    and broken farms.

    Follow it to a land

    of greenery
    and a small reiver
    a mere stream-

    listen as it speaks.

    Listen to your heart

    as you pass fields
    and remnant prairies
    and native lands
    until you’re in Ames at last.

    Feel your pulse quicken

    once you drive past a pond
    and circle the university campus
    surrounded by memories.

    Pause by Osborne Hall

    the chemistry building
    where you met the girl
    you dated freshman year.

    Look around to see

    how the campus has changed
    and how it remains the same.

    Drive past her old dormitory

    and look to the sky

    where gentle clouds
    drift like dreams.

  13. How to Hope

    Hike the sere pastures
    high stepping through skeletons
    of last season’s goldenrods
    and ironweed and believe
    in the browsed canes of maroon
    blackberry on the ridge
    that will burgeon with white
    cruciform blossoms come spring
    their drupes of tangy purple fruit

    Where you step along the trail
    envision wild strawberries soon
    to blanket the very hearts
    imprinted/hooves in snowy mud

    In the side yard even now
    intertwining circlets of daffodils
    and paper white narcissus stretching
    slowly in their paper husks
    gathering their own kind of flowery hope
    to begin the push into sunlight moon nights
    believing in their own rising from tombs
    beneath frigid soil beside dormant weigela

    By the barn crape myrtles dance with snow birds
    prising every last seed from tiny wooden rattles
    then imagine cones of flaming bloom arising
    after the pruning of old canes

    And oh, the slumbering rose with blackened thorn
    the peony preparing to send pink shoots
    through dead clumps of brome so that
    you will taze new and old apart like some
    neglected thread basket then

    Searching out the perfect skein
    That is but a piece of this tapestry
    breathe in the scent of almost
    February and remember
    its recurring pledge that lets you know
    earth withstand this winter
    take its promise and learn then, to hope.

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