POETIC BLOOMINGS

POETIC BLOOMINGS is a Phoenix Rising Poetry Guild site established in May 2011 to nurture and inspire the creative spirit.

PAULA WANKEN

 

Paula is a self-proclaimed “accidental poet.”

In December 2010, she began writing for her blog “echoes from the silence” with no clear direction as to the nature of her writing. She was as surprised as anyone when her words began to take the shape of poetry.

Finding prompt sites like Poetic Bloomings has provided the inspiration and support she was looking for to keep going–including a recent foray into flash fiction.

A transplant to South Texas (from Iowa by way of Chicago), her favorite flower blankets the hills and prairies every spring and is the state flower: Texas Bluebonnet. It is proof that the rain that falls can bring beauty to rocky, dry land.

Paula’s WEB WEDNESDAY INTERVIEW 7/20/2011

Paula’s words can be found in her echoes at: http://whenwordsescape.wordpress.com

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239 thoughts on “PAULA WANKEN

  1. a seed once hidden
    now planted, being nurtured
    and watered daily

    2011-05-01
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #1 – It Starts With A Seed

  2. MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE…ONCE FULL

    a river of tears released
    into his handkerchief, his tiny initials
    embroidered in its corner

    she breathes in deeply
    as the evaporation of the mist
    makes the water visible before her

    grief supersedes reason,
    she reads her words one last time
    before she slides them into the bottle:

    this bottle, once full,
    serves as a reminder
    of how empty my life is without you

    your words, you used
    to knead my wounded soul,
    no longer echo in this world

    your touch, you used
    to melt away my fears,
    is no longer felt in this world

    your love, you gave
    to cleanse my picture of self,
    is no longer given in this world

    this bottle, now filled with my words,
    serves as a reminder
    that my life can be full once more

    with a final whisper of goodbye
    she watches as water and seaweed
    tug at her words…and her heart

    2011-05-08
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #2 – Rhythm of the Falling Rain (Water)

  3. NOT FOR NO REASON

    with each new loss
    I ask the question why?
    most times,
    I’m not to understand
    the reason

    yet

    sometimes I’m given
    a sliver of a glimpse
    just enough
    to no longer need
    the reason

    P. Wanken
    Written for Prompt #3 – From Our Fertile Muses

  4. LOVE RESTORED

    Estranged
    relationship.
    The distance
    continued to grow
    between two who are family;
    it was meant to be better than this.
    In prayer, she took the first step toward bridging the gap between them.
    The process was long and not easy, but
    resulted in twelve years they
    wouldn’t have had.
    Better late
    than
    never
    .
    2011-05-23
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #4 – Fruits of our Labors

  5. WHAT LIES BENEATH

    a gift beyond comparison
    to discover
    what has always been there
    hidden
    waiting to be found
    little by little the façade is loosed
    the masterpiece revealed
    patient
    is the Giver of such gifts

    2011-05-30
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #5 – photo prompt: Eye of the Beholder

  6. THE COLORS OF MY DAY

    Black.
    The inky darkness
    that envelopes me.

    Gray.
    The dreary cloud
    that covers my days.

    Blue.
    My eyes, like pools of water,
    filled with tears.

    Red.
    My nose,
    sore from blowing.

    Green.
    The color I see
    on the other side of the fence.

    Purple.
    The bruise that is
    my broken heart.

    Yellow.
    The brilliance of the sun
    that I trust will shine on my world once more.

    2011-06-07
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #6 – Refracted Hues
    * chosen as Walt’s “Bloom” of the week

  7. CATCHING UP

    Plans and dreams unmet, our future slipping through my fingers.
    A brick wall, when viewed differently, could really be the next step.
    I welcome God’s words: “For I know the plans I have for you…”

    2011-06-17
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #7 – Playing Favorites
    and for “In-Form” Poet: Sijo

  8. ESCAPING REALITY

    I am aware of the door closing
    sleep, pulling at my mind
    drool forms, unable to resist my pillow
    morning will come soon enough
    for now
    I will rebel against reason
    allowing my dream fairy
    to take over
    whisking me away
    to a foreign land
    where heretics preach before pyramids
    or a shopping center
    with a pocket full of cash
    or a four-star hotel
    where the concierge hands me a mysterious package
    yes
    sleep overtakes me
    morning will come soon enough
    and I will wake to the reality
    of the aluminum cot
    on which I sleep

    2011-06-19
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #8 – Never A Cross Word

  9. BEAM ME UP!

    gravity
    is
    not all that great

    life down here
    can
    be quite a drag

    let me see
    life
    from your view point

    beam me up
    to
    your tin can please

    2011-06-27
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #9 – Deep Space Nine

  10. BETWEEN THE LINES

    Every day
    filled with reminders of love shared.

    …he taught me it was OK to love.

    I look in the mirror first thing in the morning:
    and hear his voice telling me I am radiant.

    …something I hadn’t seen before, but now believe.

    My phone buzzes with a text message in the middle of the day:
    I expect to see his name as the sender.

    …he taught me I deserved the attention.

    I gaze at the moon:
    and travel back in my mind to countless midnight calls.

    …we talked about everything; he taught me it was safe…to hold nothing back.

    I gave him my heart. And he took it.
    And he gave me his.

    …but…he taught me things change.

    I must move on, he said. Even though he still loves me, he said.
    And so, I must. But…there’s just one hitch:

    …when will I fall out of love?

    Until then, I go through the motions
    day after day: working, eating, sleeping…

    …afraid someone will read between the lines and see my tears.

    2011-07-03
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #10 – A Friend Indeed

  11. THE PRODIGAL’S POEM

    A
    whim,
    twisted logic,
    and galloping off
    into the world I flee,
    unable to resist, thoughts filled with lies; until:
    “then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free”
    fluttered into my memory, as if by instinct.
    My mind begins to buzz
    and a river
    of love
    floods
    me.

    2011-07-10
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #11 – Phoenix Rising

  12. POETIC LOVE STORY

    the magic of early love
    and hope of love eternal,
    the inspiration behind
    his words penned for me:

    Radiance and Light

    inside of me there is the singularity of a beacon
    it is you flashing in brilliance and attraction
    your radiance created to absorb me wholly
    both drawing me near and warning me of shoals beneath
    and like never before am I bathed in the light of safety

    the flood of security
    and acceptance of his love
    inspired my first poem ~
    my response to him:

    Steady and Strong

    storms have surrounded me
    unknowingly leaving me adrift
    another one has weathered other storms
    unknowingly being readied for service
    steady and strong, you have been found
    and like never before I am enveloped in safety

    sadness from a broken heart,
    and tears shed in solitude,
    now the inspiration of
    poetic love lost.

    2011-07-13
    P. Wanken

    Written for “In-Form” Poet: Dodoitsu

  13. BLTs

    Fresh garden
    greens,
    red tomatoes

    and

    sometimes pets
    end
    up as bacon;

    that’s

    the golden
    way
    of farm living.

    2011-07-18
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #12 – Animal, Vegetable or Mineral

  14. IN MY HEAD

    In my head I paint a picture
    Of life’s goals as taught to me:
    Love, marriage and kids,
    A happy home and family.

    Instead, the canvas of life
    Has rendered naught, for me.

    In my head I paint a picture
    Of the way things ought to be:
    Freedom and justice,
    peace and harmony.

    Instead, the canvas of life
    Has seen wars fought, to free.

    In my head I paint a picture
    So different than reality.

    2011-07-25
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #13 – Go For The Gold

  15. A-HA!

    He
    glanced my
    direction.
    He drew me in;
    charmed me with banter
    as I fumbled my words.
    His confidence, alluring.
    My shyness mesmerized him too.
    Our opposing styles were attractive.
    Unfortunately it wasn’t enough.

    2011-07-27
    P. Wanken

    Written for “In-Form” Poet: Etheree

  16. IF I ONLY HAD…

    There’s something quite important
    I really need to do.
    It’s not exactly clear to me
    yet it’s not outta the blue.

    This morning I remembered
    until soon I then forgot.
    What was so important
    that had me lost in thought?

    Later it nearly came to me
    though not quite, a sort of hunch.
    Was it the menu I was planning
    for guests today at lunch?

    And now as my day closes,
    bathwater goes down the drain.
    Perhaps tomorrow I’ll remember,
    if I only had a brain.

    2011-08-01
    P. Wanken

    FOUND…AND LOST

    I didn’t know I was lost
    until the day I realized
    I had been found

    I didn’t see you coming
    one day I looked up
    and you were there

    I didn’t know I could feel
    such fullness of joy
    ‘til after I met you

    I didn’t know true love
    until the day
    you uttered those words

    I didn’t see it coming
    one day I looked up
    and you weren’t there

    I didn’t know pain ‘til now;
    I am
    lost.

    2011-08-01
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #14 – Lost and Found

  17. BENCHWARMERS

    each morning
    they strolled hand-in-hand
    stopping to rest here
    some days
    they sat in silence
    not needing to say a word
    other days
    they reminisced
    about the life
    they had shared
    one day
    they stopped coming

    2011-08-07
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #15 – photo prompt: View From a Park Bench

  18. LET THE SCHOOL SHOPPING COMMENCE

    Again it’s that time of year,
    when summer draws to an end.
    It is time to shop; to spend.
    The ritual is now here,
    I will shop for brand new shoes,
    for paper, pencils, and glue.
    Yet I get looks of “poor dear”
    as I wander through the aisles
    picking through the stacks and piles.
    For years it was very clear,
    school shopping is a “must do.”
    So…what makes it now taboo?

    No kids. But good sales make sense!

    2011-08-10
    P. Wanken

    Written for “In-Form” Poet: Poesia di Tema

  19. LONG HOT SUMMER

    record heat
    a long, hot summer
    calls for desperate measures
    antsy 5-year-old boys
    mom at wits’ end
    sends them in search of treasures

    the trio of boys
    head for their bikes
    superheroes minus their capes
    TV is muted
    apartment is empty
    viable for a mental escape

    moments later
    glancing out the door
    first a gasp and then a smile
    her three boys
    identical
    rode along in single file

    summer heat
    was to blame
    for what they decided to wear:
    helmets on heads
    pads on knees and elbows
    and favorite superhero underwear

    2011-08-17
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #16 – Playing Favorites #2

  20. CHANGE (an acrostic)

    C ontinually
    H aving to
    A djust
    N ever
    G ets
    E asier

    2011-08-22
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #17 – Ch-Ch-Ch-Change

  21. CELESTIAL MAGIC

    Across the water, blue
    Splashes of amber
    Melt to a different hue

    As the sun settles there
    He remembers its shine
    On her face, her hair

    Across the water, blue
    The nightlight rises
    On time, on cue

    In moonbeams bright
    She remembers the sparkle
    Of his eyes in the light

    Defying the odds of the celestial
    Their orbits once paired
    As something quite magical

    Yet like the sun follows the moon
    Their paths cannot cross
    Neither at midnight, nor noon

    2011-08-29
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #18 – There’s a Moon Out Tonight

  22. AGGRESSIVE REALIGNMENT

    it’s simple, really

    no longer standing with hands in my pockets
    watching the world pass me by, bold moves
    sent me roaring down my own path

    not recognizing unfamiliar territory
    as anything but building a new future

    until a sudden jolt of truth cuts like a knife

    His urgent call came to me
    deserving the dignity of a response:

    I must now scrape away everything
    that doesn’t belong to His design
    and realign my path with His

    it’s simple, really

    2011-09-11
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #19 – Title and Deed

  23. on the shore of dreams ~
    anticipating ripples
    their lives will create

    2011-09-11
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #20 – photo prompt: Wishful, Young Dreamers
    * chosen as Marie Elena’s “Bloom” of the week

  24. A-MUSING SURPRISES

    the blank screen glows opalescent
    not an omen of silence; a mirror
    for thoughts yearning to be written

    strengthened by raw emotion
    her muse runs through the corridors
    of her mind, threading words together

    with vigor and verve
    fingertips begin their poetic dance
    words are thrust onto the page

    taking a deep breath, exhaling slowly…
    a sheepish grin reveals her surprise
    at what had been hidden inside

    2011-09-18
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #21 – 1…2…3…SURPRISE!

  25. MEMORIES UNKNOWN

    Whose is this? I ask.
    My great-grandfather’s?
    I did not know my parents, let alone
    those who came before them.

    What’s in it? I ask.
    A box of trinkets.
    Memories of those
    whose names I’ve never known.

    Will it change me? I ask.
    These bits of my past
    are my only connection
    to people whose blood I share.

    Must I look? I ask.
    No. I decide.
    They will remain
    memories unknown.

    2011-09-30
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #22 – Developing Story

  26. A Get-Well Haiku for Walt

    even the best land
    must lie fallow for a while
    to keep producing

    2011-10-04
    P. Wanken

  27. AS MY MIND WANDERS…

    I read the headlines
    but not the words

    I hear the music
    but not the song

    I hear the laughter
    but not the joke

    it takes more energy
    than this lonely, broken heart can spare

    2011-10-05
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #23 – Wither Goest Thou…a six-word prompt

  28. THE RISE AND FALL

    There once was a lady by the lake
    For special occasions she’d offer to bake
    Her soda was old
    And oven too cold
    Which left her with a very flat cake.

    2011-10-10
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #24 – Rise and Fall

  29. REAPING A HARVEST

    Into the garden He planted
    Man and Woman

    With one rule to follow
    One tree to avoid

    The choice was theirs
    And is still ours

    To love One with obedience
    Or to love self more

    The first chose the latter
    Reaping a harvest of pain and suffering

    But to choose the former
    We reap the Spirit’s sweet fruit

    2011-10-17
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #25 – Reaping a Harvest

  30. CONTRARY MIND

    spinning
    spiraling
    down, down, down
    into the depths of darkness
    my mind tells me
    I am beyond hope
    nothing can help
    I should be able to manage
    on my own
    I do not need that little pill

    at the bottom
    I resign

    spinning
    spiraling
    onward and upward
    into another blue sky day
    my mind tells me
    I am just fine
    I don’t need any help
    I can manage
    on my own
    I don’t need that little pill

    at the top
    I resist

    spinning
    spiraling
    down
    down
    down

    again

    2011-10-25
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #26 – Life’s A Little Weird
    * chosen as Walt’s “Bloom” of the week

  31. UNEXPECTED LIFE
    (a shadorma)

    I had been
    a caterpillar
    until the
    day I died.
    Which was really the birth of
    me: a butterfly.

    2011-11-04
    P. Wanken

    Written for “In-Form” Poet: Shadorma

  32. REBIRTH

    it happened in an instance
    though it was a lifetime in the making
    a year ago today, a poem was written
    and a writer was born

    2011-10-27
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #27 – The Week That Was

  33. A WALK IN THE PARK

    awake in the night
    decided to read email
    unexpected news
    my face drained pale

    several hours
    of crying passed
    my eyes closed and
    back to sleep, at last

    no alarm sounded
    but I awoke with a jump
    my cat was sitting on it
    a big furry lump

    I rushed to get ready
    not wanting to be late
    I have 45 minutes
    to get there by 8

    no! my closet pole broken
    clothes in a heap
    all I wanted
    was to go back to sleep

    yet duty calls
    and on to work I went
    made it on time
    but by then, felt spent

    there, I was met
    with unrealistic demands
    from the right and the left
    came the commands

    wait just one minute!
    coffee, please, just one cup!
    I need some caffeine!
    I just woke up!

    between all the phone calls,
    emails, and filing on top,
    flowed streams of tears
    that just wouldn’t stop

    all morning long, for
    an answer I kept hoping:
    what is it that would fix
    my mechanism for coping?

    by lunchtime I knew
    the only possible solution,
    for my mental health
    I must leave this institution

    for the rest of the day
    on a whim, and a lark
    I drove far away
    and took a walk in the park

    2011-11-12
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #28 – Taxed! (Overworked/Overwhelmed)

  34. COMPLEX LESSONS

    I studied her,
    motionless,
    from the safety
    of the stairs – at just
    the right point
    where I could watch
    but not be seen –
    my gaze
    hidden by the banister…
    I learned about life.

    From my perch
    I could see her
    busy herself,
    cleaning the home
    of her family –
    lovingly, yet rapidly
    she worked
    to complete her tasks…

    Other times I witnessed
    her inner strength
    amidst crises of all sizes –
    misplaced papers,
    or times when lives hung
    in the balance –
    her words comforted
    loved ones; her prayers,
    eloquent; perfect…

    My lessons about birds
    and bees
    came through
    the banister rails as well,
    I caught glimpses
    of a painted coral fingertip
    curling seductively,
    the swivel of hips,
    a wordless call
    to her lover…

    Some people say
    I developed a complex –
    however,
    I believe I learned
    the best lessons in life;
    I fell in love with my mother
    which helped me find
    my soulmate, my wife.

    2011-11-13
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #29 – Love

  35. GATHERING THOUGHTS

    the cacophony of noise
    around me faded
    into the distance,
    the words echoing
    in my mind
    the only sound now:
    He didn’t make it.

    gathering my thoughts,
    I left that empty
    conference room,
    my quiet refuge

    He didn’t make it.
    I heard myself
    telling my boss,
    through tears,
    as I went through
    the motions of
    clearing my desk

    gathering my thoughts
    I remember
    days gone by,
    the good and the not so good

    Thanksgiving,
    a year and a half
    after the final goodbye,
    another holiday
    comes and goes
    another holiday without Dad.
    He didn’t make it.

    2011-11-24
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #30 – Family

  36. IN THE BEGINNING . . .

    They say…

    “everything you need to know
    you learned in kindergarten…”

    To you…
    my kindergarten teacher:
    thank you for starting me off
    on the right foot, and for
    following me to first grade
    to be sure my left foot
    followed right along.

    Look!
    I still know all of my letters!

    2011-12-01
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #31 – Gratitude

  37. BEST LAID PLANS

    I once was a woman with a plan:
    to fall in love with the most handsome man.
    Instead, I’m an old maid
    who never gets laid.
    But at least there’s no waiting for the can!

    2011-12-03
    P. Wanken

    Written for “In-Form” Poet: Limerick

  38. ANOTHER CHRISTMAS EVE

    she beams with pride
    during her angelic performance
    (well—she’s playing an angel)
    in the Christmas story;
    her heart, filled with pure love
    for the one in the manger
    (it’s her baby doll, after all)
    her eyes twinkle with joy
    (and her share of mischievousness)
    in anticipation of Santa’s visit;
    the program ends none to soon
    and we pile into the car…

    for this season, each year,
    our sleepy one-stoplight-town
    glows like the big city
    with more lights than can be counted,
    yet we drive slooowly enough to try;
    after what seems like forever for her
    (probably only 45 minutes)
    and countless ooohs and aaaahs
    we make our way up our own farm’s lane…

    it is already soooo late on this Eve
    (maybe 8:00 p.m.?)
    that Santa has already made his stop,
    often leaving tracks in the snow
    (rabbit tracks do sometimes
    look like reindeer prints)

    wide-eyed, she scrambles out of the back seat…

    I follow her giggles inside
    where an empty plate awaits –
    cookies (and carrots) have been eaten;
    I read the note written in Santa’s own hand,
    she grins when Santa confirms:
    she’s been (mostly) good all year!
    her giggles round the corner
    to the tree skirt that had been barren,
    now laden with packages…

    the magic of another Christmas Eve

    2011-12-05
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #32 – Traditions

  39. A CHRISTMAS LETTER

    Dear Dad,

    I can hardly believe
    this is the second Christmas
    without you. Where does
    the time go?

    It shouldn’t be a surprise
    though – every year
    the holidays are upon me
    before I’m ready.

    There is still a lot to do
    and only two weeks left!
    I have baking to do,
    and shopping to finish.

    But in the quiet of this
    moment — the “right now”
    of the holiday rush –
    I stop to breathe.

    I inhale the sights and
    sounds. I exhale the
    worry. I remember those
    who are gone, and

    thank God for those who
    are still near. Time is too
    precious not to keep
    loved ones close at heart.

    I miss you.

    ~Paula

    2011-12-11
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #33 – Be Prepared

  40. SNUGGLING

    I am told
    this is snuggle weather
    damp and cold
    I am told
    wrap me in your hold
    like a glove of leather
    I am told
    this is snuggle weather

    2011-12-16
    P. Wanken

    Written for “In-Form” Poet: Triolet

  41. NO MORE TIME

    Time has run out
    for all the shoulds.
    After running about
    time has run out.
    There is no doubt,
    I’ve no more coulds.
    Time has run out
    for all the shoulds.

    2011-12-18
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #34 – Christmas A Week Away

  42. the night is silent
    we gather together to
    bask in His presence

    2011-12-23
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #34 – Christmas A Week Away

  43. GOD’S GIFT
    (a PiKu for all)

    a baby
    born
    to give you life

    2011-12-25
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #35 – Do Not Open ‘Til Christmas

  44. THE NATURAL HISTORY OF MY OFFICE

    more hours spent here than nearly anywhere,
    home away from home, reflection of me:
    cats of all types — plus pictures of my pair –
    on my desk, the wall, and cup for coffee,
    watch over me, keeping me company

    also found here, small touches of Paula
    bright colors all over my area:
    blue stapler, pink push pins, yellow flowers,
    orange post-it notes, green highlighter; it’s the
    small things that keep me smiling for eight hours

    2011-12-28
    P. Wanken

    Written for “In-Form” Poet: Dizain

  45. CUT-STRING KITE

    bright colors dance
    across the endless blue stage
    swooping, spinning
    seeming blissfully free
    yet
    nearly invisible is the tether
    to the one who controls
    the dipping and diving
    with tugs and slack

    what would happen
    if that line was broken?
    would the dancing cease
    or
    would the dancer
    begin to find her own path,
    to reach the highest skies?

    one thing is certain
    there can be no beginning
    until
    the line is cut
    and the tether finds its

    end.

    2012-01-02
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #36 – Every Ending Is A Beginning
    * chosen as Marie Elena’s “Bloom” of the week

  46. PACESETTER

    not all gold
    needs
    to be rushed

    2012-01-08

    P. Wanken
    Written for Prompt #37 – photo prompt

  47. ALONE
    (a shadorma)

    time has passed
    with no hand to hold
    and no one
    following;
    in receding rays of sun
    I’m walking alone

    2012-01-14
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #38 – Hey…That’s My Line!

    “in receding rays of sun” was taken from Sara McNulty’s haiku written to prompt #37

  48. PI(ku) for ROY G. BIV

    RED
    Lady Bug
    flight;
    whispers of love.

    ORANGE
    Vitamin
    C
    blossoms orange.

    YELLOW
    The sun shines
    on
    my world once more.

    GREEN
    Envy not:
    green
    around the gills.

    BLUE
    The sky is
    the
    limit: endless!

    INDIGO
    Depression
    is
    deeper than blue.

    VIOLET
    No spectrum’s
    com-
    plete without it.

    2012-01-23
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #39 – Colour My World

  49. STATUS QUO(TE)
    (a shadorma)

    “If you’re not moving forward,
    you’re not standing still.”
    ~ Paula Wanken

    Complacen-
    cy, you see, means a
    day will come
    when you are
    no longer in the same place.
    You have moved…backwards.

    2012-01-29
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #40 – And I Quote…Me!

  50. NEVER TOO OLD
    (a shadorma)

    one might be
    too advanced in years
    to become
    a mother,
    but one is never too old
    for falling in love

    2012-02-07
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #41 – Old Relatives

  51. YOUnique
    (a shadorma)

    No matter
    how much you look like
    someone else,
    you have been
    wonderfully, uniquely
    made! There’s just one YOU!

    2012-02-16
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #42 – Moral Of The Story

  52. WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOWERS GONE?
    (a shadorma)

    We cannot
    dwell on winter’s woes;
    idyllic
    summers may
    never come to pass; we must
    enjoy days of spring!

    2012-02-19
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #43 — photo prompt: Where Have All The Flowers Gone?

  53. ON THE ROAD WITH THE SHEPHERD

    as I pass through a dark valley

    behind me are yesterdays
    I long for, but will never come again;
    the road in front of me
    stretches further than my reach;
    today, the journey that awaits
    is one I must take

    I am not alone

    after a sleepless night
    the early morning air lays softly
    like a cold compress on a tired soul;
    the pre-dawn traffic, quieted,
    hours driving alone
    bring silence, stillness and peace

    my soul is refreshed

    on the far horizon is a sliver of daylight
    between the dark earth below
    and the storm clouds above,
    causing me to remember
    there is order in chaos,
    safety in storms, and solace in trouble

    the Lord is my Shepherd

    2012-02-27
    P. Wanken
    * with a couple phrases borrowed from a friend

    Written for Prompt #44 — Where The Rubber Meets The Road

  54. FEARFULLY UNAWARE

    alone in the kitchen
    unaware of time

    the fullness of silence,
    once preferred, closes in

    immobilizes

    I hate the shadows.

    eyes dart
    from hands, wrapped around metal,
    over objects nearby

    What is that woolly thing?
    A coat. It’s a white coat.
    She’s coatless!

    admonishing
    her own forgetfulness
    fear rises within

    “WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER?”

    momentary clarity
    returns her to reality

    …not daughter…
    …granddaughter…

    the room is silent
    once again

    2012-03-03
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #45 — Nothing To Fear, But Fear Itself

  55. GENESIS TO ETERNITY

    as He spoke
    in the beginning,
    daylight broke;
    creation
    continued with Man, who’d choke
    the world by sinning

    then His plan
    began to unfold
    to save Man,
    it would mean
    for His own Son, rather than
    Man, a death untold

    King of Kings
    will return to stay;
    He will fling
    wide the gates…
    and with the angels, we’ll sing
    our praises that day

    2012-03-07
    P. Wanken

    Written for “In-Form” Poet: Genesis

  56. SEE…???

    I told you
    to
    never give up.

    2012-03-11
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #46 — Back To The Future

  57. HOPE, IN BLOOM
    (a shadorma)

    the winter
    solstice behind me,
    forgotten ~
    before me,
    the promise of renewed life
    seen in each spring bloom

    2012-03-19
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #47 — Spring Ahead

  58. UNCONDITIONAL LOVE

    I’ve not seen
    the color of your eyes…
    I imagine them as pools of blue.

    I’ve not heard
    the sound of your laughter…
    as delightful as a babbling brook.

    I’ve not felt
    the softness of your skin…
    the unblemished flesh of a newborn.

    I’ll not know
    the natural beauty
    of seeing my own for the first time.

    2012-03-21
    P. Wanken

    Written for “In-Form” Poet: Parallelogram de Crystalline.

  59. REFLECTING
    (a shadorma)

    we’ve moved one
    step at a time in
    opposite
    directions;
    dancing only in shadows
    of our memories

    2012-03-25
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #48 — In The Shadows

  60. SUPER POWERS
    (a shadorma)

    within you
    lies a super strength
    to face all
    life throws you;
    my Super Power would be:
    to help you see it

    2012-04-01
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #49 — “And Sometimes I Wear A Cape”
    * chosen as Marie Elena’s “Bloom” of the week

  61. so many theories
    about “in the beginning;”
    more numerous are
    speculations of the end;
    some mysteries shall remain

    2012-04-14
    P. Wanken

    Written for “In-Form” Poet: Tanka

  62. COMEBACK
    (a shadorma)

    submissions
    have been very few,
    and notes of
    rejection
    come in equal measure; yet…
    I come back to write

    2012-04-08
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #50 — Making A Comeback

  63. SENSE OF DUTY

    a mask covers nose and mouth
    eyes dart left and right
    as someone tries to strap him down

    Where am I? he struggles to ask
    but the loud thumping
    serves to mask his words

    the taste of blood
    from the slash in his flesh
    touches his tongue

    images flash in his mind’s eye
    a light, blinking rapidly
    the button, lit bright red

    sounds ring in his ears
    bells, whistles and popping sounds
    as that of a balloon

    his heart throbs beneath the strap
    he feels the welt above his eye
    begin to balloon with each beat

    reality starts to slash at his memory
    recalling the last thing he did…
    to snap and button himself into his harness

    surrounded by rugged mountains,
    the spinning blades of a chopper,
    and medics in camo…

    his world fades to black

    2012-04-15
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #51 — It Makes Sense

  64. FROM EVERY ENDING COMES A BEGINNING

    memories unknown
    tug at her words…and her heart…
    at what had been hidden inside
    your tin can; please…
    so different than reality;
    he didn’t make it
    easier
    than this lonely, broken heart can spare
    of our memories;
    never
    complete without it,
    the reason
    they stopped coming
    I still know all of my letters
    end

    I welcome God’s words: For I know the plans I have for you
    for falling in love,
    my soulmate, my wife;
    never: give up,
    to be rushed…

    lost
    I’m walking alone
    me
    …afraid someone will read between the lines and see my tears

    You have moved…backwards,
    and took a walk in the park
    again
    I miss you.
    There’s just one YOU!

    the Lord is my Shepherd
    is the Giver of such gifts;
    we reap the Spirit’s sweet fruit
    their lives will create
    once again;
    His world fades to black
    neither at midnight, nor noon
    to give you life…
    that I trust will shine on my world once more

    it’s simple, really:
    enjoy days of spring,
    bask in His presence
    seen in each spring bloom
    and watered daily

    to help you see it
    I come back to write
    of farm living…
    the magic of another Christmas Eve
    on which I sleep…
    and favorite superhero underwear

    and a writer was born

    2012-04-24
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #52 — From Every Ending Comes a Beginning
    * highlighted by Walt & Marie for reflecting the process of the prompt

  65. DEEP CALLS UNTO DEEP

    seed sown into fertile soil;
    dark, rich earth
    damp from the moisture below,
    warmed by the sun above

    deep calls unto this seed
    to be more than itself;
    the depth of its potential
    yet to be realized

    2012-05-02
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #53 — Returning To The Soil

  66. DANCING WITH THE STARS

    the sun’s last rays
    grind into the horizon;
    emerging dots wink,
    a contrasting print against
    the clear cobalt sky,
    a chance alignment
    as night’s sounds vibrate,
    becoming the melody
    on which we hook our hearts

    2012-05-06
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #54 — Playing Favorites…Again

  67. COMING HOME, TO SAY GOODBYE
    (a haibun)

    Coming home this time has been different. Tractors still pull equipment through the endless miles of black earth, warm breezes still speak to me through the maple outside my window. Conversations still center on the forecast and how it will impact farmers. And Mom is still there, busying herself with the next project.

    Yet…my eyes also see the two decades of growth in that maple tree; my ears hear the voices of my peers talking about the weather—not the generation before us. And Mom’s busyness is for her, a distraction.

    seasonal changes ~
    while my eyes were turned away,
    life continued on

    2012-05-17
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #55 — Coming Home

  68. Saying goodbye
    is not any easier
    when you have had time
    to prepare yourself.

    2012-05-16
    P. Wanken

    Written for “In-Form” Poet: Naani

  69. ONE MORE TIME
    (a shadorma)

    So many
    times, she has relived
    that moment;
    so many
    times she has said, “That’s enough!”
    When will the pain end?

    2012-05-20
    P. Wanken

    / / /

    DISASTER AREA
    (a shadorma)

    pools of blue
    are overflowing
    drop by drop;
    will it end?
    will the floodgates ever close?
    enough is enough!

    2012-05-21
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #56 – Enough Is Enough!

  70. JOURNEY OF A LIFETIME

    left turns, right turns
    and U-turns

    roundabouts, turnarounds
    and fly-overs

    on-ramps, exits
    and merge lanes

    smooth roads, bumpy roads
    and roads under construction

    mapped-out trips, spontaneous joy riding
    and detours

    all part of my path to today,
    the journey of a lifetime

    2012-05-27
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #57 — The Walk Of Life

  71. in the beginning
    man was formed from dust – life came
    with the breath of God

    2012-06-04
    P. Wanken

    iLove You

    love is in the air ~
    I wonder: does that leave
    cyberspace connections
    with no strings attached?

    2012-06-04
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #58 — In The Air Tonight

  72. STREAMING LIFE
    (a shadorma)

    water’s edge…
    life in the balance:
    survival?
    destruction?
    the choice is not always ours,
    we go with the flow

    2012-06-10
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #59 — Water, Water Everywhere

  73. BURNING PASSION
    (a shadorma)

    tiny flame
    fanned into new life
    by the storms
    that nearly
    caused it to be extinguished,
    a new fire now burns

    2012-06-18
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #60 — Burning Passion

  74. WHAT’S THE HOLD UP
    (a piku)

    I am held
    by
    He who holds all.

    2012-06-24
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #61 — What’s The Hold Up

  75. SOUL RESPONSIBILITY

    I’m at the end
    of my rope, I have
    nowhere to turn.

    “Come to me…

    I’m exhausted, tired
    of being everything
    to everyone.

    …all you who are weary…

    I cannot bear
    the sole responsibility
    any longer.

    …and burdened…

    I need a break.
    Does no one care?
    Am I alone?

    …and I will give you rest.”

    2012-07-01
    P. Wanken

    Jesus’ words as found in Matthew 11:28 are in italics

    CONTENTMENT
    (a shadorma)

    The warmth and
    security of
    each heartbeat
    transmitted
    through resting upon the breast
    of the one you love.

    2012-07-05
    P. Wanken

    Both written to Prompt #62 — Get Some Rest

  76. BROKEN

    Paint the town red?
    Red is all I see.
    Seeing angry faces,
    facing hardship and loss–
    loss of jobs and homes.
    Homes aren’t even safe,
    safe is all some kids want.
    Want to paint the town red?
    Red is all I see.

    2012-07-06
    P. Wanken

    Written for “In-Form” Poet: Loop Poetry

  77. SHORT END OF THE STICK
    (a shadorma)

    The kids lose.
    Buffer them in the
    transition?
    Can’t be done…
    everybody hurts sometimes.
    Must unity fail?

    2012-07-10
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #63 — Uncertainty

  78. NOTHING LASTS FOREVER*

    butterfly kisses
    raindrops on lashes
    oreos and milk

    kite-flying in meadows
    evenings by the fire and
    nighttime cuddles

    hand-in-hand walks
    embrace of a loved one and
    a kiss beneath the shade tree

    rainbows on stormy days
    the feeling of love, and
    sheets all in a tangle

    …nothing lasts forever…

    2012-07-19
    P. Wanken

    (*the title is taken from the closing line of an untitled poem by Jackson, written to prompt #63)

    Written for Prompt #64 — Hey…That’s My Line, Two!

  79. BETRAYED BY A DREAM

    There are no flowers and hearts
    or satin, lace and happily-ever-afters.
    I walk through life alone,
    betrayed by a dream.

    2012-07-22
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #65 — Betrayed!

  80. Perhaps
    another day I’ll write; for now I’m
    unable to think of anything but self-
    loathing words
    and depressing thoughts.

    When
    another day comes, I’ll
    not hesitate to write who I
    know myself to be;
    everything has a season,
    now is just not the time.

    2012-08-04
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #66 — Who Do You Think You Are?

  81. WHO AM I?

    People see
    a quiet person;
    usual-
    ly I am
    accused of being grumpy.
    My smile stays hidden,

    waiting to
    acclimate to the
    newness. Once
    known, there is
    endless loyalty and love…
    not to mention, smiles.

    2013-03-13
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #66 — Who Do You Think You Are?

  82. CITIZENSHIP

    Senior scholarship
    ceremonies,
    a time to recognize
    the best among us.
    The stars, the brilliant.
    The names we always hear.

    Star athlete, I was not.
    Instead, I was on the sidelines
    helping the coach,
    or taking chewing gum
    from the players
    before the took the court.

    Popular, I was not.
    Sure, I got along
    with almost everyone.
    But you would
    not have found me
    among the “in” crowd.

    Valedictorian, I was not.
    Though I did my part,
    and was smart
    enough to hold my own,
    I always fell short
    of the top spot.

    I attended the ceremony
    to cheer on my classmates.
    To congratulate the elite
    as we waited the finale,
    the “all around” award
    for outstanding citizenship:

    “a student exhibiting
    outstanding qualities
    of American citizenship;
    active in student and community
    activities; a reliable
    and upstanding individual.”

    And the winner is…me!?

    2013-03-13
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #67: Look What I Did!

  83. HOUSE ON THE HILL
    (a shadorma)

    Cornfields as
    far as I could see,
    except for
    the white house
    high on the hill…until a
    fire took it away.

    2013-03-13
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #68: Welcome Home

  84. SAVED…BY A PAL (a naani)

    In a world
    surrounded by people,
    I was lost and alone.
    Until I was found.

    2013-03-13
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #69: With A Little Help From My Friends

  85. POOKY
    (a piku)

    Only my
    sis
    called me Pooky.

    2013-03-13
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #70: A.K.A.

  86. PRODUCE(D) ON A FARM

    Living on a farm meant more than a long bus ride to school each day; and black dirt meant more than messy shoes after a spring rain. Rich soil, the foundation of plentiful harvests. Potatoes, peas, green beans, and corn. Tomatoes, carrots, onions, and squash. More fresh produce than one family could consume in a season. Thankfully, canning and freezing what we couldn’t consume meant we had “fresh” produce long into the winter.

    produced on a farm
    I long for the comfort of
    produce on a farm

    2013-03-14
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #71: Food For Thought

  87. AT FIRST SIGHT
    (a shadorma)

    All tongue-tied
    and starry-eyed, my
    stomach was
    butterflies.
    At first sight, my true love? No,
    it was just a crush.

    2013-03-15
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #72: At First Sight

  88. LIFE AND DEATH

    Growing up on a farm, one learns at an early age, the cycle of life and death. Kittens born in harsh winters don’t always survive. Calves and piglets grow up to be sold at the market. Dogs that roam the countryside beyond the farm’s fences sometimes do not make it across the road. Even the people we love eventually no longer sit at our table or hold us on their laps.

    raised on a farm ~
    death is a part of living
    spring through winter

    2013-03-15
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #73: Death Be Not Proud

  89. AN AFFAIR TO REMEMBER

    To
    soar
    higher
    than treetops,
    far above the clouds
    where earth’s troubles are forgotten,
    that’s where my eyes are brightest, and my smile, the widest.

    2013-03-16
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #74: My Love Affair With…

  90. FROM WHENCE I CAME

    Stoic and
    reserved with strangers,
    yet ready
    and willing
    to lend a hand whenever
    my help is needed.

    My love of
    country, evident;
    my simple
    faith is clear.
    A keen mind–education
    key to confidence.

    Though my feet
    haven’t touched her soil
    I find my
    character
    firmly rooted in the traits
    of the Norwegians.

    2013-03-16
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #75: The Mother Land

  91. MAKING HISTORY

    Rural Iowa living meant spending a lot of time in relative isolation. Six miles of gravel road to the nearest town (population: 450); forty-five miles to the nearest mall–and McDonald’s. This meant almost any trip off the farm was, indeed, a trip. Yet, every summer we anticipated that coveted week away. We visited what was in driving distance—Paul Bunyan State Forest and the headwaters of the Mississippi River in northern Minnesota; the Badlands and Black Hills of South Dakota; the Wisconsin Dells; and points all across Iowa. History was learned. And made. These trips were some of the best days of my childhood.

    passage of time ~
    family vacations can be
    educational

    2013-03-16
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #76: Road Trip

  92. A TIME TO REAP
    (a shadorma)

    Reaping the
    fruit of your labors
    is the norm
    on a farm.
    Hard work comes with benefits.
    A good lesson learned.

    2013-03-18
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #77: It’s A Chore

  93. MAMMA MIA!

    Watch a mamma cat
    as she cares
    for her kittens,
    you will see her
    single-handedly
    (ok, four-paw-edly)
    corral her babies,
    groom them,
    feed them,
    protect them,
    teach them, and
    keep them in line.
    She is creating
    newly-independent
    cats, ready
    for the big world.
    If you have seen
    a mamma cat in action,
    you have seen
    my mom.

    2013-03-18
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #78: Mamma Mia!

  94. MY OWN LITTLE WORLD

    One of two children
    on a farm of many acres,
    my quest for friends
    left me with few takers.

    Though other boys and girls
    I often went without,
    my world was full of friends
    of that, there’s no doubt.

    Prudence our pup,
    a big St. Bernard,
    let me hang out with her
    in our big front yard.

    Sometimes, in the shade,
    I’d read a book with Dotty.
    She was one of our pigs,
    big, white, and spotty.

    When I needed a retreat
    I’d listen for the meows,
    and scramble up the ladder
    to look for kitties in the mow.

    And so it was, as I went
    on my adventures, solo,
    with no one to return
    my “Marco’s” with “Polo”.

    2013-03-19
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #79: Hanging Out

  95. SETTING MY SIGHTS ON SEEING
    ~ July 29, 1981 ~

    From a small Iowa farmhouse
    I watched, with the entire world,
    as princess pageantry

    played out on my TV screen.
    The walls of that living room
    seemed to be non-existent

    as borders and oceans
    were removed, and I traveled
    to England. The first time.

    2013-03-20
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #80: The Big Event

  96. JUST A MATTER OF TIME

    Then…
    I didn’t like his nature hikes.
    Now…
    I have his appreciation of nature.

    Then…
    I was annoyed by car trips.
    Now…
    I see with his eyes as I drive the open roads.

    Then…
    I thought he didn’t care.
    Now…
    I know he showed love in his own way.

    Then…
    I thought we would never be close.
    Now…
    I know it took hard work to get there.

    Then…
    I thought he’d always be here.
    Now…
    I miss him every day.

    2013-03-20
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #81: Just Wait Until Your Father Gets Home

  97. LEAVING HOME
    (a shadorma)

    Memories
    are on a timeline
    as before
    or after
    Mom, my sister, and I left
    our family home.

    2013-03-20
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #82: The Most Important Day Of My Life

  98. MIND THE GAP

    At
    five
    and nine
    we were worlds
    apart and fought all
    the time. However, as we grew
    older, the gap closed, and sisters became friends for life.

    2013-03-20
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #83: Sibling Revelry

  99. LIVING IN THE NOW

    The
    path
    I have
    walked hasn’t
    always been easy,
    and I haven’t always made the
    best choices along
    the way. Yet,
    I’ve no
    re-
    grets.

    2013-03-21
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #84: Coulda, Woulda, Shoulda

  100. FAMOUS LAST WORDS

    Sometimes,
    a simple
    “OK”
    is enough.

    Other times,
    you need
    a bit more and
    “okie dokie”
    fits the bill.

    However,
    there’s a third
    occasion, when
    the only appropriate
    response is
    “okie dokie artichokie.”

    2013-03-21
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #85: Famous Last Words

  101. THE STARS ARE BRIGHTLY SHINING
    (a shadorma)

    When darkness
    closes in, I look
    heavenward
    and I AM
    reminded of those whose lives
    add light to my life.

    2012-12-17
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #86: Celebrations in Song;

  102. SUGARPLUMS

    In the rush
    of the day
    my mind is on
    the dashing
    errands
    that consume
    the holiday
    season.

    In the hush
    of the night
    my heart lingers
    on thoughts
    of people
    (past and present)
    who make the
    holiday special.

    2012-12-23
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #87: Visions Of Sugarplums

  103. INNER RESOLVE

    cacophony of noise
    inside my head
    pulls me off course

    a new day, a new year,
    another chance
    at a fresh start

    another chance
    to quiet the noise
    and listen

    2013-01-02
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #88: “I Hereby Resolve…”

  104. FATAL DARE

    Her rare allure,
    behind the veil,
    source of his infatuation.

    No ordinary woman,
    she had the ability
    to consume his every thought.

    In darkness, she was consumed.

    2013-01-08
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #89: “Friends With Words”

  105. FRIGID MEMORY

    An image of him
    remains frozen
    in memory,
    frozen in time.
    Just like the lake
    that last day.

    2013-01-15
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #90: Ekphrastic Poetry (photo prompt)

  106. AWAITING SPRING

    Faith, frozen.
    Hope lies dormant.
    Love, unseen.
    One day at a time,
    awaiting the promise
    of Spring.

    2013-01-13
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #90: Ekphrastic Poetry (photo prompt)

  107. MY HERO: JOE
    (a shadorma)

    The object
    of my desire may
    not be a-
    live, yet he
    fills me with life every day…
    one cup at a time.

    2013-01-21
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #91: It Is Alive!

  108. A SWAN SONG
    (a shadorma)

    One day, her
    wings will spread widely,
    giving rise
    to her low-
    ly state, and all will see her
    as I always have.

    2013-01-26
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #92: Gone To The Birds

  109. INHALATIONS OF CONTENTMENT

    Burn the want
    out of every moment,
    for when we want
    we forget what we have.

    2012-10-12
    P. Wanken

    Written for In-Form Poet Prompt: Carpe Diem

  110. FINDING REST

    Thunder
    in the distance
    is soothing to my soul.
    Rain intercedes on my behalf.
    Unwritten words whispered; in each rumble,
    lullabies and stories are told.
    I drift off in slumber,
    listening to
    thunder.

    2012-09-13
    P. Wanken

    Written for In-Form Poet Prompt: Rictameter

  111. REMEMBER TO PLAY

    As
    you
    grow up
    don’t forget
    how much fun it is
    to run and skip and jump and hop.
    Because one day you might ask yourself, when did I stop?
    Tie a string around your finger
    if you think it helps.
    Bottom line,
    just please
    don’t
    stop.

    2013-03-22
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #93: The Children’s Hour

  112. WHO, ME?

    Vigilant
    Independent
    Reserved
    Giving
    Objective

    2013-03-22
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #94: So Hey…What’s Your Prompt?

  113. THE WORLD AT HER FEET

    She
    was
    broken,
    unsure if
    she would ever stand
    on her own two feet again, when
    along came the one who would help her discover who
    he knew (all along) she could be.
    No longer broken,
    she stands, the
    world at
    her
    feet.

    2013-03-23
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #95: Read It In A Magazine (“The World at Her Feet” by Jason Wheeler, featured in the April 2012 issue of Texas Monthly)

  114. PUDDLE PLIES
    (a shadorma)

    Waiting for
    sunshine and rainbows,
    I could hide
    in despair.
    But I know there’s no hiding
    from storms…so I’ll dance.

    2013-03-01
    P. Wanken

    “…they know there’s no hiding from storms…”
    taken from Misky’s poem “China Children”

    Written for Prompt #96: With A Little Help From Our Friends.

  115. BROKEN: A PLACE OF PEACE
    (a shadorma)

    Spirited
    mare – scared, flinching; eyes
    flash wildly
    with fear and
    her very soul is laid bare –
    his whispers soothe her.

    2013-03-04
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #97: True Silence

  116. TENDER MERCY

    Confidence shaken,
    I spiral
    in corrupt ambiguity,
    yielding to self-
    indulgent ways
    of the enemy.

    Inaudibly
    He speaks to me.
    Asking for honesty,
    offering a solution:
    a chance to be
    cleansed.

    2013-03-10
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #98: Mean What You Say – Sort Of
    * chosen as Walt’s “Bloom” of the week

  117. VERNAL EQUINOX
    (a shadorma)

    Gazing through
    my window, seven
    stories high,
    shades of green
    across the city showing
    me springtime is nigh.

    2013-03-19
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #99: God’s Green Earth

  118. CAUSE (AND EFFECT) FOR CELEBRATION

    So often life seems to get the better of me.
    I go through the motions of eating, working, and sleeping
    (that is, when I am able to sleep at night).
    As the morning dawns, I am given the chance to
    decide how my day will unfold: whether good or bad.
    It is, after all, a choice. A decision I make.
    Day after day I begin with the choice of “good,”
    yet the daily obstacles of life trip me up and
    I don’t finish the day where I started. However…I
    celebrate the mercy of being given a new chance daily.

    2013-03-29
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #100: Celebration of the Century

  119. ROLLING STONE
    (a piku)

    Sign of life
    on
    Easter morning.

    2013-03-31
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #101: Which came first, the rabbit or the egg? (An Easter Poem).

  120. seasons passing
    too quickly one to the next ~
    please slow down

    2013-04-07
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #102: Ekphrastic Poetry – 2013 Photo Prompt #2

  121. DEATH THEN LIFE

    Dormant earth;
    wrapped in a pall of
    death; few signs
    of life, and
    even fewer reasons to
    hope…til fresh rain falls.

    The seeds that
    died to self take on
    new purpose.
    Hope is found
    after the storm, in the new
    life that emerges.

    Perhaps the best living
    comes after dying.

    2013-04-14
    P. Wanken

    Prompt #103: April Showers
    * chosen as Marie’s “Bloom” of the week

  122. THE SIMPLE LIFE

    It seemed so simple then,
    the days of early youth.
    Nothing more to worry about than
    making sure my toys were put away.
    Of course there were endless
    chores on the farm, but it was a part of life.

    Life changed, though,
    when our family fractured.
    While I was really still a kid, the simple
    became much more complex.
    Responsibilities shifted, my age
    became greater than my years;

    independence became my life ring and
    self-sufficiency, my anchor. Later,
    anonymity of city-life, my sustenance;
    the business of busyness, my companion.
    Decades of responsibility brought
    another shift, to a different kind of focus.

    It’s simple: life doesn’t have to be
    as complicated as I’ve made it.
    The stuff that surrounds me is not
    what is important—the people are; and
    making time to play and doing your chores
    is as complex as it needs to be.

    2013-04-22
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #104: Time Flies When You’re Having Fun

  123. BROKEN
    (a piku)

    All that’s left
    is
    an empty shell.

    2013-04-28
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #105: Ekphrastic Poetry – 2013 Photo Prompt #3
    * chosen as Marie’s “Bloom” of the week

  124. COMING CLEAN

    It’s time for me
    to hop in the shower,
    he said.
    Please don’t,
    she said.
    It’s slippery.

    2103-05-05
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #106: Now, That’s Funny

  125. A PLEA

    Maker ~
    awaken me
    make me new
    remake
    renew

    2013-05-17
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #107: What’s in a name?

  126. A MOONLIGHT TABLEAU

    Young lovers wrapped in
    each other’s arms; no
    harm done as they lay
    in wait for day’s heat
    to disappear—as
    midnight sleep draws near.

    Under the blanket
    of stars, they whisper
    wishes while stealing
    kisses; they dream and
    scheme of a future
    as bright as the moon.

    2013-05-15
    P. Wanken

    Written for In-Form Poet: Tableau

  127. A BAD (shadorma) POEM

    indigo blue
    moon shadows dancing
    behind me
    stained glass windows
    sandstorms across the desert
    blinding me

    2013-05-19
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #108: Bad Form / Bad Poem

  128. FROM HEAD TO TOE

    I had it in my head,
    what I wanted to write.
    (Roses are red?) No…

    It’s on the tip of my tongue.
    (Violets are blue?)
    No, that’s for the young.

    It went out of my head
    as soon as I smashed my toe
    on the foot of the bed.

    Darn it.
    It was going to be good, too.

    2013-05-21
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #108: Bad Form / Bad Poem

  129. MILESTONES
    (a shadorma)

    Father’s heart
    swells with pride; the bride,
    his daughter,
    taking part
    in a big, new step in life,
    becoming a wife.

    2013-05-22
    P. Wanken

    Written for In-Form Poet Prompt: Epithalamium

  130. TOMATOES AND TORNADOES

    When our small plane took flight,
    it was mid-afternoon,
    but the sky looked like night.

    Not long into the trip
    we realized the danger,
    the plane rolled and dipped,

    setting off warning lights and bells.
    Our pilot fought for control,
    and our stomachs rose and fell.

    My sister got sick
    losing her lunch. I hadn’t eaten,
    because I couldn’t pick

    out all the chunky tomatoes.
    It’s a good thing, because
    they don’t go well with tornadoes.

    2013-05-26
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #109: Get it Together

  131. SAN ANTONIO

    So much history,
    so many places to go;
    please, promise me this:
    remember the Alamo.

    2013-06-07
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #110: Monuments and Landmarks

  132. BONNIE’S HEART

    Dirt road dreams
    of faraway places
    happy days,
    and cuddling
    polar bear faces.

    Blue sky wishes
    of walking on the moon,
    flying off to Paris,
    and writing
    poetry to make hearts swoon.

    Green grass reality
    isn’t quite that life;
    raising four kids,
    hating celery,
    but I love being Tommy’s wife.

    2013-06-13
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #111: Puzzle Pieces

  133. STILL ECHOING
    (a piku)

    She says so
    much
    in so few words.

    2013-06-20
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #112: A Must-Read Poet

  134. In HIS Honor

    In the doorway
    where she stood,
    she knew she must be
    obedient
    to her Creator.
    Yet
    she still asked
    for the cup to pass.

    With His eyes,
    she had seen him–
    who he was
    created to be; and

    he had allowed the enemy
    to wreak havoc
    in his life;
    a blur
    of self-doubt
    altered his path…
    and hers.

    With His heart,
    she had loved him–
    and he broke it; and

    with every piece
    of her broken heart,
    she spoke
    the truth in love.
    Together,
    they cried…
    he had gotten
    a taste of regret.

    With His strength
    she said goodbye.

    2013-06-26
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #113: Hook, Line, and Sinker

  135. AS I SAY HELLO

    First I must say
    goodbye…
    to the four walls
    that have held me,
    the paperwork
    that has overwhelmed me,
    the deadlines
    that have held me hostage.

    You cannot hold me
    forever.

    It is my chance
    to escape
    as I say hello
    to the wide open
    spaces and possibilities…
    if only for a week.

    2013-07-01
    P. Wanken

    Written for “Life is a Beach” – Day 1: Aloha! (hello)

  136. BEACHFRONT BEGINNINGS
    (a shadorma)

    Undisturbed
    sand stretches to meet
    water’s edge.
    A clean slate
    that calms my muddled mind just
    as the new day dawns.

    2013-07-02
    P. Wanken

    Written for “Life is a Beach” – Day 2: Deserted Beach

  137. EBB AND FLOW

    SHOOOSH-
    shaaaaw
    SHOOOSH-shaaaaw
    ee-AWK-AWK
    ee-AWK…ee-AWK-AWK…
    summertime sounds crescendoing;
    waves washing ashore, seagulls are calling us to come.
    Morning turns to noon, then to night.
    ee-AWK…ee-AWK-AWK…
    ee-AWK-AWK.
    SHOOOSH-shaaaw
    SHOOOSH-
    shaaaw.

    2013-07-03
    P. Wanken

    Written for “Life is a Beach” – Day 3: A Day At The Beach (An Abstract Poem)

  138. FIREWORKS ON THE BEACH

    Sand, everywhere.
    Sulfur fills my lungs.
    Even with eyes closed
    I see the flash.
    My heart feels
    the reverberations.
    Pop! Pop! Pop!
    BOOOOOM!
    Breathing…
    In.
    Out.
    I remind myself
    that I’m no longer
    across the ocean
    in a foreign land…
    it is
    Independence Day.

    2013-07-04
    P. Wanken

    Written for “Life is a Beach” – Day 4: Fireworks On The Lake

  139. TESTING THE WATERS

    The deep end:
    memories of near drowning.
    The shallow end:
    being mocked for caution.
    Do I dip my toe in?
    Or jump in, both feet?
    Experience.
    Reason.
    Guts.
    I must decide.

    2013-07-04
    P. Wanken

    Written for “Life is a Beach” – Day 5: In The Swim

  140. MY SAVIOR
    (a shadorma)

    Like a child
    at the beach, I have
    rules to keep;
    yet: free will.
    My Lifeguard watches, having
    already saved me.

    2013-07-08
    P. Wanken

    Written for “Life is a Beach” – Day 6: Lifeguard

  141. SANDCASTLE SENRYU

    the life of my dreams
    has been washed away like a
    castle in the sand

    2013-07-08
    P. Wanken

    Written for “Life is a Beach” – Day 7: Sandcastles

  142. SEAWEED HAIKU

    Below the surface
    unseen entanglements.
    Hope floats.

    2013-07-09
    P. Wanken

    Written for “Life is a Beach” – Day 8: Seaweed/Kelp

  143. BURIED AT SEA
    (a shadorma)

    Silently,
    we passed over her.
    Her bones, bared,
    in the depths
    of her final resting place.
    Stories left untold.

    2013-07-10
    P. Wanken

    Written for “Life is a Beach” – Day 9: Boats

  144. BIRD CALLS

    Sounds of summer
    call to me.
    The wings of a hummer,
    sounds of summer.
    The clacking roadrunner
    and the gulls of the sea.
    Sounds of summer
    call to me.

    2013-07-10
    P. Wanken

    Written for “Life is a Beach” – Day 10: Seagulls (TRIOLET Form)

  145. SKYLINE REFLECTIONS
    (a shadorma)

    Shoring up
    the city of wind,
    her crystal
    blue waters
    dance and sparkle against the
    scrapers of the sky.

    2013-07-11
    P. Wanken

    Written for “Life is a Beach” – Day 11: Lakes, Oceans, Waterways

  146. BRIDGING THE GAP
    (a shadorma)

    Silently
    I sit in darkness.
    My eyes trace
    moonbeams’ path
    as it connects distant shores.
    Does he see it too?

    2013-07-12
    P. Wanken

    Written for “Life is a Beach” – Day 12: Starry, Starry Night

  147. ALIVE AND WELL

    As my world
    crashed around me
    I heard your clarion call.

    I looked to the east
    where you waited, strong
    and standing tall.

    You guided me,
    giving me hope,
    as days turned to night.

    Through rough waters
    I navigated, in the safety
    of your light.

    2013-07-13
    P. Wanken

    Written for “Life is a Beach” – Day 13: Lighthouse

  148. IT’S NO PICNIC

    on the beach;
    there’s
    sand everywhere!

    2013-07-14
    P. Wanken

    Written for “Life is a Beach” – Day 14: Picnic

  149. THE GRAVITY OF IT ALL

    Unconcerned
    about wars
    or famine,
    unaffected
    by discrimination
    or violence, and
    oblivious
    of broken hearts,
    the sun still
    rises and sets,
    the tide
    goes in and out.

    2013-07-15
    P. Wanken

    Written for “Life is a Beach” – Day 15: Tides

  150. WORTH THE WAIT

    She stood strong and tall
    across the lake,
    taunting and teasing us.

    We loved our campsite:
    the beach, the pool, and
    a bike path was a plus.

    Yet in our sights
    was the allure
    of something more.

    Year after year
    we hoped for the chance
    to explore the other shore.

    I’ll never forget
    when Mom and Dad
    surprised us. Finally…

    we rode the wooden coaster
    at Arnold’s Park,
    on the shore of Lake Okoboji.

    2013-07-16
    P. Wanken

    Written for “Life is a Beach” – Day 16: Amusement Park

  151. SEASIDE DISCOVERIES

    In the
    hushed solitude
    of walking the beach, I
    search for the perfect shell, and find
    myself.

    2013-07-17
    P. Wanken

    Written for “Life is a Beach” – Day 17: Put Into Words (Ekphrasis)

  152. SUMMER OF 1989

    Visits to the Cape
    looked different each year
    as the children grew older
    gaining confidence, less fear.

    The older kids played
    in the sand and the surf,
    while grandparents looked on.
    The kids were on their turf.

    The summer the baby
    was just six months old
    we experienced record heat
    (or so I was told).

    This meant holding him
    was uncomfortably hot.
    Our solution to cool off:
    to fill a lobster pot!

    Out on the lawn
    safely in reach,
    the baby enjoyed
    his form of the beach.

    2013-07-18
    P. Wanken

    Written for “Life is a Beach” – Day 18: Children

  153. AMID THE CHURNING

    Like
    waves
    crashing
    onshore, life
    sometimes overwhelms
    me, making it hard to stand firm.
    Yet, churning can bring change, replacing the old with new.

    2013-07-19
    P. Wanken

    Written for “Life is a Beach” – Day 19: Waves

  154. RUSH HOUR IN PARADISE

    Five o’clock. Palm trees line the boulevard that edges the shore. Bamboo huts dot the beach front, from which you can buy anything from fresh coconut to beach clothes. Late on a Friday afternoon, the foot traffic is clearly made up of vacationers, strolling in no rush, to head to the beach. I join the cars making their way slowly down the road. Like any other day, my hungry stomach growls and I wonder what I’ll make for dinner.

    an idyllic place
    to visitors; to natives,
    just another day

    2013-07-20
    P. Wanken

    Written for “Life is a Beach” – Day 20: Just Another Day In Paradise

  155. MEDITERRANEAN SEEN

    My first trip to the beaches of the Mediterranean. I could hardly believe the luck of this truck-driving Iowa farm girl. Growing up landlocked and surrounded by rows of corn, there were no beaches where I was born. My imagination filled in the gaps: pristine sand and crystal blue water with occasional white caps. Of course I imagined people, too. Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous had prepared me for yachts and families outfitted in nothing but the best. What I wasn’t prepared for was the unimaginable.

    old men in Speedos
    and breasts that have long retired
    cannot be unseen

    2013-07-21
    P. Wanken

    Written for “Life is a Beach” – Day 21: Muscle Beach/Bikini Beach

  156. FLIGHT OF FANCY

    On the deck
    of the cruise ship,
    I felt like a
    flying fish –
    escaping my world
    momentarily
    to live in another.

    2013-07-22
    P. Wanken

    Written for “Life is a Beach” – Day 22: A Million Fish In The Sea

  157. UNLOCKING A ROMANCE

    Landlocked,
    their only beach
    was the one of their minds.
    They met each night there, in their dreams –
    lip locked.

    2013-07-23
    P. Wanken

    Written for “Life is a Beach” – Day 23: Romance

  158. TO NOT GET BURNED

    I worked months to finally earn
    enough time off to take my turn
    for vacation—time in the sun.
    Away for some rest and some fun;
    cares of this world, not my concern.

    The beach, where each year I return,
    calms me, my mind no longer churns.
    My only goal, when day is done –
    to not get burned.

    It’s the same goal (as I have learned)
    back in reality, I yearn
    to find happiness with someone
    before this life is over, done.
    Above all I pray to discern…
    to not get burned.

    2013-07-24
    P. Wanken

    Written for “Life is a Beach” – Day 23: Suntan/Sunburn (Rondeau)

  159. SEASIDE TREASURES

    Side by side they strolled
    comfortably in silence, hearing
    nothing but the shushing
    of waves on the shore.

    Every few steps
    one or the other would
    stoop to scoop up
    their latest treasure.

    Each seashell special,
    preserved in a place
    of honor reserved for
    collected memories.

    2013-07-25
    P. Wanken

    Written for “Life is a Beach” – Day 25: Collecting Seashells

  160. BEACH READING: LOST AT SEA
    (a shadorma)

    In a sea
    of humanity
    I am lost
    on the fact
    that while my nose was in a
    book, he sailed away.

    2013-07-26
    P. Wanken

    Written for “Life is a Beach” – Day 26: Watersports

  161. DOCKED

    The gentle lapping of waves
    against the small boat
    calms me; lulls me.

    With eyes closed I can see
    the small family of three.
    with their dog alongside.

    Their voices, like music,
    as they gather their things
    after a full day at the beach.

    Laughing.
    Playing. Chasing.
    Embracing.

    I feel myself smiling
    as I watch the scene unfold.
    Opening my eyes,

    the smile fades,
    as I stare blankly
    into my empty horizon.

    2013-07-27
    P. Wanken

    Written for “Life is a Beach” – Day 27: Horizons

  162. DRIFTWOOD

    Driftwood triggers thoughts and feelings I can’t quite explain. Like a foggy dream that won’t come into focus; pieces of a puzzle I cannot connect. Memories of dad drift in and out of my mind – of us walking the shore…searching. He would toss chunk after chunk of wood back to the ground. Not quite right. Was I too young to ask the question? Or, to understand the answer?

    drifting along
    exposed to the elements
    shapes who we are

    2013-07-28
    P. Wanken

    Written for “Life is a Beach” – Day 28: Driftwood

  163. WEEPING IN THE SHADOWS
    (a shadorma)

    Willow waits
    along water’s edge,
    left alone
    once again.
    Tears of sadness softening
    where hard heart had been.

    2013-07-29
    P. Wanken

    Written for “Life is a Beach” – Day 29: Silhouette

  164. UNKNOWN HORIZON

    A crescent of radiance
    on the horizon:
    new day dawning
    filled with light and life
    and fresh starts.

    Little did I know
    that my true north
    wasn’t so true.
    The horizon darkens
    as the sun sets.

    2013-07-30
    P. Wanken

    Written for “Life is a Beach” – Day 30: Sunset

  165. ONE (If By Sea)

    From her own little tide pool,
    she watched him on land;
    she knew nothing of dirt,
    just the feeling of sand.

    They were worlds apart,
    more than an ocean’s divide.
    She wondered what would happen
    if their worlds would collide.

    One morning he saw her
    swimming at high tide.
    He watched her intently;
    on his breath, a soft sigh:

    the sun’s rising radiance
    matched only by her hair;
    the crystal blue sky
    reflected her eyes, so fair.

    He knew he must meet her,
    into the water he dove.
    He swam to her side,
    through the depths of the cove.

    This man of her dreams
    she happily discovered,
    was all she had longed for –
    her best friend and her lover.

    Their bond grew deeper
    as time (too quickly) passed.
    They had needed each other –
    a soul mate, at last.

    As long as was possible
    he stayed by her side,
    treading the waters
    of low and high tide.

    Yet with worlds so different
    that neither could cross,
    he had to leave her,
    in spite of their loss.

    He returned to his world
    of dirt, grass and trees,
    and she remained alone,
    alone in the sea.

    2013-07-31
    P. Wanken

    Written for “Life is a Beach” – Day 31: Aloha! (Goodbye)

  166. A LIFETIME OF IMPROV
    (a shadorma)

    Why do we
    bother to make plans?
    Things change, or
    obstacles
    appear from out of nowhere…
    we just improvise.

    2013-08-05
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #114: Improvise, Adapt and Overcome!

  167. IN THIS HOUSE OF GLASS
    (a shadorma)

    Reflecting
    on living this life,
    my prayer
    is that I’ll
    be quick to love and forgive;
    slow in casting stones.

    2013-08-13
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #115: “In This House…”

  168. ON THE WRITE PATH

    Once I started writing poetry, every path I have walked, every star gazed upon, and every song listened to has been an adventure in discovery. I have gone places, seen things, and echoed sounds with my words as I had never done before. From the first day I was encouraged to go on this adventure, I have journeyed as someone healed from being lame, blind, and deaf.

    broken bodies
    can be given new life
    with the right words

    2013-08-22
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #116: I’ve Heard That Song Before

  169. CHARACTERS
    (a piku)

    My life is
    full
    of prose…and cons.

    2013-08-28
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #117: Baffled

  170. IT TAKES WORK

    some days
    are more challenging
    than others

    troubles greet me
    at the door, before I’ve had
    my coffee

    I don’t work
    with patients, but sometimes
    I lose mine

    nose to the
    grindstone, finishing my
    to do list

    I don’t like
    being crabby, sometimes
    it takes work

    2013-09-06
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #118: Working, Working

  171. TAKE A LOOK AROUND

    Today
    is not a day
    to be lived
    in isolation.
    We cannot forget
    yesterday.
    We cannot forget
    tomorrow.

    2013-09-11
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #119: Looking Back, Looking Forward

  172. IN MEMORY

    Birds,
    trees,
    flowers,
    butterflies,
    home grown vegetables,
    and a steak on the barbecue.
    These were a few of his favorite things (now, mine too).

    2013-09-19
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #120: Making A List. Checking It Twice.

  173. AFTER DARK

    Once
    more
    the storm
    is howling.
    Angry are the sounds
    carried through the darkness of night.
    Battered and beaten
    she waits for
    morning
    to
    come.

    2013-09-27
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #121: Seed Lines

  174. WAITING, IN TIME
    (a piku)

    Tapping, I
    dance
    around delays.

    2013-10-04
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #122: Invitation to the Dance.

  175. CELESTIAL

    Alone,
    under the stars
    on a tailgate
    meant for two,
    I look to the heavens
    and wonder…
    Do her eyes see
    the heavenly beauty?
    Does she see the
    infinite sparkle?
    Does she realize
    she outshines
    the night sky?
    Does she know
    she is one
    in a million
    and I am nothing
    without her?
    Alone,
    under the stars,
    I wonder.

    2013-10-06
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #123: Glittering Stars

  176. ALTERED PATH

    My altered
    path
    led me to yours.

    2013-10-15
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #124: Ekphrastic Poetry – 2013 Photo Prompt #4

  177. RUNNING AWAY
    (a piku)

    With these feet,
    a
    clown’s all I’ll be.

    2013-10-19
    P. Wanken

    Written for Poetic Bloomings #125: Laugh, Clown, Laugh

    ///

    I’M RUNNING AWAY TO THE CIRCUS

    Life is hard,
    I’m
    running away;

    I’ve packed my
    bags,
    I will not stay.

    I’ve longed to
    run
    since I was five,

    but I’m still
    a
    kid and can’t drive.

    I’m made fun
    of –
    graceful, I’m not.

    Ringmaster –
    please,
    give me a shot?

    Fear of heights,
    no
    trapeze for me.

    With these feet,
    a
    clown’s all I’ll be.

    2013-10-23
    P. Wanken

    The prompt at Poetic Asides (#242: Circus) allowed me to fill in the story.

  178. A LITTLE SOMETHING TO REMEMBER
    (a piku)

    Honesty.
    The
    best policy.

    2013-10-27
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #126: Little Things

  179. LAUGH OUT LOUD

    Shortcuts in texts–not unheard of.
    LOL is a good one to speak of.
    Unless it’s misunderstood
    then you’ve done no good,
    when she thinks it means lots of love.

    2013-11-07
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #127: LOL

  180. HERO’S HIGHWAY

    Some who passed
    through this tunnel were
    carried. And
    some did the
    carrying. One thing is true:
    They are all heroes.

    2013-11-11 (Veterans Day)
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #128: Heroes Proved

  181. UPON REFLECTION
    (a shadorma)

    Daily, she
    looks at me, and I
    wonder if
    she really
    sees herself as I do: a
    radiant beauty.

    2013-12-02
    P. Wanken

    SCARFING UP TIME
    (a shadorma)

    I caress
    the curve of her neck;
    my fringes
    like fingers
    linger upon the fullness
    of her chest. Longing.

    2014-01-23
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #129: Personification

  182. THANKSGIVING PI(KU)

    My blessings
    are
    greater than pi.

    2014-01-31
    P. Wanken

  183. WHEN THINGS WENT SOUTH

    When did it happen
    that I changed what you’re called?
    When did you guys
    become known as Y’all?

    2014-02-01
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #131: Soda? Pop? Softdrink? What?

  184. THANKS, EASTER BUNNY
    (a shadorma)

    The perfect
    hiding place, it was!
    Easter egg
    tucked deeply
    between Grandma’s fake flowers…
    found on Christmas morn.

    2014-02-01
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #132: It’s Not What You Think

  185. OUTSIDE IN
    (a shadorma)

    My garden
    is limited to
    a corner
    of my desk
    where violets bloom. A bridge
    to the outside world.

    2013-12-18
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #133: In The Garden

  186. SOUL’S SOLSTICE
    (a shadorma)

    Longest night
    of the year has come.
    Evening star
    reminds me
    that I am never alone.
    You’re my guiding light.

    2013-12-21
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #134: Season Of Light

  187. A PAGE IN TIME
    (a shadorma)

    Blank pages
    staring back at me
    wanting to
    reveal their
    greatest mysteries, waiting
    to be discovered.

    2014-01-03
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #135: There’s No Frigate Like A Book

  188. TING!

    A
    new
    message
    notification!
    Love is palpable,
    felt in each
    ting
    -le.

    2014-01-06
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #136: Sounds Resound

  189. WATER’S WAYS

    It’s
    cleansing,
    sustaining,
    entertaining.
    When under the bridge
    it is forgotten,
    never to pass
    this way a-
    gain. All
    gone.

    2014-01-13
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #137: Water

  190. THOUGHT PATTERNS
    (a shadorma)

    As days pass
    I’m left wondering
    if I’ve made
    a dif’rence.
    In my wondering, I will
    change each tomorrow.

    Written for In-Form Poet: Free-For-All

  191. INCONCEIVABLE
    (a shadorma)

    Don’t do it.
    The life you’ll create
    together
    will endure
    more pain than you want to know.
    So please—don’t do it.

    2014-01-19
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #138: One Moment In Time

  192. KISSED BY EVENING’S SHADOW
    (a piku)

    Moon rises;
    your
    shadow, my light.

    2014-01-31
    P. Wanken

    *title taken from a line of Walt Wojtanik’s lento, “Shadows in the Night”

    Written for Prompt #139: Hey! That’s Still My Line!

  193. SERVING TIME
    (a shadorma)

    For a year
    he wronged her with lies
    and deceit.
    He now serves
    a life sentence regretting
    the mistakes he made.

    2014-02-02
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #140: Bad To The Bone

  194. LOVE TREADS SLOWLY

    Love walks in beauty,
    gently stepping into hearts.
    A journey two share.

    A shared trip around the sun
    turns tide and time; hearts are one.

    From the fallow ground,
    signs of new life have been found.
    Love’s new beginning.

    In renewal, love springs forth;
    a new season to embrace.

    Soon, temperate and full,
    life with outstretched arms seeks warmth.
    The heart of summer.

    The fullness of life and love,
    a steady passage of time.

    Love bears fruit in a
    season of maturity.
    Beautiful harvest.

    Reaping a wealth from our toil,
    a trove, more valued than gold.

    And in winter’s drear
    two hearts that are warmed by love
    journey side-by-side.

    Two hearts walk in love slowly,
    hoping to cherish each step.

    2014-02-05
    Collaboration with Walt Wojtanik

    Written for Inform Poet: Renga

  195. ECHOING, STILL
    (a shadorma)

    Your words are
    silent to me; yet
    with this post
    (my thousandth)
    your inspiration long past
    echoes through me still.

    2014-02-09
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #141: In Tribute

  196. TRUE BLUE
    (a shadorma)

    If the eyes
    are windows to souls,
    gaze deeply
    into mine
    to see where hope finds me and
    love never ceases.

    2014-02-16
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #142: Take One Please

  197. TIME HEALS
    (a shadorma)

    I first tried
    Bandaids and fixes
    of all kinds,
    pain remained.
    Months passed, seasons changed; my wounds
    are now but faint scars.

    2014-02-23
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #143: Personification

  198. DREAMCATCHER

    Allow yourself
    to wake up slowly,
    over a matter of minutes,
    lolling about
    in your grogginess.
    Just don’t try too hard
    to hold onto those fleeting images.
    If you chase a dream,
    it’s going to run away.

    2014-02-27
    P. Wanken

    Written for Inform Poets: Found Poetry

    This poem was found in the text of Huffington Post’s online article “9 Things You Probably Didn’t Know About Dreaming.”

  199. EVERY LIFE NEEDS ITS OWN LAUGH TRACK
    (a shadorma)

    Not the kind
    that sounds fake or canned;
    but rather,
    the laughter
    of friends – the kind that reminds
    us it’s good to laugh.

    2014-03-02
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #144: What This Place Needs…

  200. ADVICE WITH A GOOD R.O.I.
    (a piku)

    Love and trust.
    Both
    are important.

    2014-03-14
    P. Wanken

    Written in response to Inform Poet: Palindrome

    What I wrote isn’t a true palindrome because the words are not the same top-to-bottom or bottom-to-top, but it can be read in either direction. Plus…I threw in the added challenge to not only make it a piku in honor of “Pi Day” (3.14 or March 14), but that it would still work as a piku (syllabically) if written in the reverse:

    Important
    are
    both trust and love.

  201. HOME ALONE
    (a shadorma)

    Furry tails
    intertwine my legs,
    reminding
    me I’m not
    as alone as my empty
    apartment can feel.

    2014-03-14
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #145: Nothing For Granted

  202. EVENING…

    is a shroud
    where we always laugh
    and dream. Love
    lies buried…
    it’s shared, but not divided
    o’er time and distance.

    2014-03-18
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #146: “Line Please”

  203. RED

    Hearts should be red
    not filled with envy
    nor dark with hate
    or sad and broken.
    Cleanse and heal me, Lord.
    Restore me to red once more.

    2014-03-28
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #147: The Spectrum Of Emotions

    The visual presentation of this poem is found here: “RED”.

  204. some things
    are gone for-
    ever, the new
    year holds promise and hopes
    and dreams

    2014-04-02
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #148: Back To Square One

  205. Setting
    sail, with oar
    in water, moves
    me…alas, only in
    circles.

    2014-04-02
    P. Wanken

    Written for Inform Poet: Cinqku
    * chosen as Walt’s Inform “Bloom” of the week

  206. CATHARSIS
    (a shadorma)

    Her words flow,
    like tears down her cheeks,
    spilling on
    -to the page.
    Poems, the silent echoes
    of her poet’s heart.

    2014-04-06
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #149: No Poems About Poetry?

  207. LEFT BEHIND

    Stripped.
    Bare.
    Nothing left
    of the original.
    Sparkling blue eyes,
    gone.
    Dimpled smile,
    gone.
    Silky strands
    of browns and blondes,
    also gone.
    If you look closer,
    however,
    you will see
    the remnants of
    what can never be taken.
    You will see through
    the non-blue eyes
    and past the smile that’s
    not the same,
    and you will find
    what’s left behind:
    the soul of the one
    who has gone
    nowhere.

    2014-04-13
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #150: Some Things Never Change

  208. SILENT CRIES
    (a shadorma)

    Brokenness
    is muffled by her
    silent cries;
    tears spilling
    soundlessly from pools of blue
    will never be heard.

    2014-04-20
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #151: Images And Ideas

  209. worry
    r e p l a c e s
    joy

    / / /

    action
    a w a k e n s
    dreams

    2014-04-23
    P. Wanken

    Both Written for Inform Poet: Brevette

  210. JEREMIAH, DON’T GIVE UP
    (a shadorma)

    I could list
    all the pros and cons
    but really
    there’s just one
    pro that matters; God’s promise
    of a future hope.

    2014-05-01
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #152: Give Me A Good Reason

  211. DREAMS

    Daydreams and nighttime dreams
    dance all ways in my head.
    Delightful stories are
    dished up in fanciful
    delirium against
    dappled misty-gray back-
    drop of unconsciousness.

    Written for Inform Poet: Pleiades

  212. Coming Home was written for Flashy Fiction Friday, May 2, 2014.

  213. MY WORLD WITHOUT…

    alarm clocks.
    The jangling noises
    no longer
    harassing
    me out of my bed; instead,
    I rise with the sun.

    2014-05-06
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #153: The World Without

  214. IT COULD BE WORSE

    “Good riddance.”
    But,
    I loved him, so.

    “It’s his loss.”
    So
    why do I hurt?

    “You’re OK.”
    Will
    I ever be?

    2014-05-11
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #154: It Could Be Worse

  215. I HOLD ON

    What was I thinking,
    trying to stop your leaving.
    Not through loving you.
    (come a little closer)
    You hold me together,
    (say you do)
    I can only think of one.

    2014-05-22
    P. Wanken

    * Each line is a title of a song sung by Dierks Bentley.

    Written for Prompt #155: Say It With Music

  216. I ONCE DREAMED ABOUT BEING A GRANDMA

    I could see
    my grandkids and me
    walking through
    my house, the
    stories being told again
    about all they see.

    Their mom’s first
    trophy for tennis;
    their dad’s framed
    cast photo
    from his last night performing
    on stage in college.

    We would bake
    cookies together
    to take to
    their grandpa
    who was working out in the
    yard, or his workshop.

    I would watch
    the love being shared
    between gramps
    and the kids,
    thankful for good fortune and
    loving family.

    But first, I
    would have needed to
    fall in love.
    The kind of
    love that lasts forever; to
    become man and wife.

    Together
    we’d have built a home,
    started a
    family.
    To be a grandma, I would
    have first been a mom.

    I would have
    watched my children grow
    into young
    adults, I’d
    have cheered their successes and
    nursed their hurts, in love.

    To be a
    grandma, I would have
    needed to
    let my kids
    go out on their own to find
    their own place in life.

    As my years
    advance, my daydreams
    become mere
    memories;
    nightmares of being alone,
    my reality.

    I once dreamed about being a grandma.

    It was just a dream.

    2014-05-25
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #156: You May Say I’m A Dreamer

  217. WAITING ON A WOMAN

    “I’m almost
    done…
    I’ll be right there,”

    she proclaimed,
    as
    she washed her hair.

    He waited
    for
    her, patiently,

    for what seemed
    an
    eternity.

    An hour passed,
    she
    was done at last.

    “See? I can
    get
    ready SO fast!”

    Whether a
    fib
    or if she’s slow?

    It’s a good
    thing
    he loves her, so.

    2014-06-05
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #157: Bold Face Lie

  218. NIGHT LIGHT
    (a shadorma)

    Paint-peeled walls
    are covered by shapes
    formed by the
    moonlight’s glow;
    peace-filled distraction from the
    angry sounds below.

    2014-06-11
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #158: Total Recall

  219. FROZEN SMILES
    (a shadorma)

    Just selfies
    for me, no auto
    biograph –
    fees are too
    great: everyone would see the
    broken-poet-me.

    2014-06-15
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #159: Auto Biography

  220. FLAMBOYANT
    (a shadorma)

    “Beauty crowds me till I die”
    ~ Emily Dickinson

    There she stands,
    flamboyant and bright;
    tall and red,
    what a sight.
    I, planted in her shadow,
    will wither and die.

    2014-06-22
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt #160: Emily Dickinson

  221. LOVE IS A-MUSING

    I look at
    the world around me
    and I see
    love. It’s not
    always hearts and butterflies.
    It can look like hate.

    It can look
    like sadness. And yes,
    sometimes love
    looks like a
    simple smile shared by strangers.
    Love is abundant.

    Everywhere
    I look, I see love
    In all forms.
    And love finds
    its way into words, and words
    find their way right here.

    2014-08-09
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt 161: Highly A-Mused

  222. MEOW

    Keep a lookout
    for me
    please.

    Yes,
    from my
    perch, I’ll watch.

    Let me know
    when she’s
    home.

    With
    sun warming
    me, I will.

    Please give me
    warning in
    advance.

    What
    is it
    you are doing?

    She does like
    gifts, doesn’t
    she?

    Not
    the kind
    you usually give.

    Just let me
    know when,
    okay?

    This
    isn’t going
    to end well.

    2014-08-15
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt 162: Person To Person

  223. THE BRIDE WORE WHITE

    She
    was the
    center of attention.

    Everyone around her
    became a
    blur.

    2014-08-13
    P. Wanken

    WE ARE STILL HERE

    Summer is waning.
    Daylight hours,
    shorter.

    Do not lament.
    Enjoy what’s
    left.

    Here’s proof…we
    are still
    here.

    2014-08-14
    P. Wanken

    THEN AND NOW

    The beauty of
    days long
    gone.

    Reflected
    in the
    shine of today.

    2014-08-15
    P. Wanken

    Written for Inform Poet: Hay(Na)Ku)

  224. REPTILE GARDENS: WHERE IT BEGAN
    (a shadorma)

    I can’t shake
    images of snakes
    slithering
    across paths
    when I was eight; I wanted
    to wait in the car.

    2014-08-17
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt 163: Fears, Phobias, and Foibles

  225. PALETTE-ABLE LIFE

    When
    he feels
    his world has
    faded to black,
    he reaches for his
    palette and putting brush
    in motion–warmth of yellow,
    coolness of blue, passion of red,
    green growth, and sacred purple–his world
    comes back to life, one color at a time.

    2014-08-24
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt 164: Colour My World

  226. DISJOINTED THOUGHTS

    Take my hand or you’ll get lost…
    I will follow you wherever you go.

    Listen and do as I say…
    I’m watching you to learn what to do.

    2014-09-03
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt 165: The View From Here

  227. DUSK
    (a shadorma)

    The sun sets
    on my bucket list.
    Plans unmet;
    wishes, kissed
    goodbye. Dreams of motherhood
    passed by with a sigh.

    2014-09-10
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt 165: A Drop In The Bucket

    Chosen by Walt for Bloom of the Week

  228. LESSON IN FAITH

    Lowliest
    of creatures, cared for
    by One who
    created.
    Why, then, do I doubt?

    2014-09-14
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt 166: Animal House

  229. cool morning air
    coaxing changing colors ~
    I hold on to summer

    2014-09-22
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt 167: Lost In Conversation

  230. LIFE’S AUTUMNAL EQUINOX

    A time to bridge hot summer days to
    long winter nights: comfortable
    season of Fall. The pace of
    our days, like familiar
    back-to-school routines.
    Our hearts are warm
    like the hearth
    of our
    home.

    2014-09-25
    P. Wanken

    Written for Inform Poet: Nonet

  231. ESSENCE OF TIME

    The smell of burning leaves
    closes the door on autumn,
    and the sun plays hide and seek
    behind wintry white clouds.

    With bear claw and coffee,
    the only treat I could a-
    ford, I steal a moment alone
    while I massage my temples.

    One last gong of the clock…
    time has run out.

    2014-10-06
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt 168: Mix-And-Match Muse

  232. TESTING SOUNDS
    (a shadorma)

    With eyes closed,
    my ears are filled with
    the crinkling
    sounds of a
    paper gown draped around me.
    My heart is pounding.

    2014-10-06
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt 169: A Sense Of Belonging

  233. BY THE LIGHT OF A NEW MOON
    (a shadorma)

    Raven hair,
    obsidian eyes,
    ebony
    flesh; she shined
    on the starless night from the
    passion of his love.

    2014-10-15
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt 170: Tint And Hue

  234. A BOUQUET OF CHIHULY

    With grace
    and beauty,
    flowers emerge
    from molten glass.

    Delicate blossoms
    formed,
    each unique.

    2014-09-17
    P. Wanken

    UNDER COVER

    When I sink
    to new lows
    I see

    nature’s beauty
    from a
    new
    perspective.

    2014-09-17
    P. Wanken

    DAYBREAK

    Sun’s warm rays
    break
    distant horizon

    contrasting
    light dances
    amid the night’s
    lingering shadows.

    2014-09-18
    P. Wanken

    Written for Inform Poet: Septolet

  235. LIFE: 101

    Mistakes I’ve made
    have led me
    to where I am today.

    Don’t beat yourself up.
    Pick yourself up.
    Learn to find your way.

    2014-10-30
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt 171: Life As You Know It

  236. Love
    longs to
    be expressed
    from my lips to
    yours.

    2014-10-22
    P. Wanken

    Written for Inform Poet: Lanterne

  237. TIME MARCHES ON

    Sounds of fall
    heard through the crisp air;
    each drum beat
    brings to mind
    the days of youth, long past. Cheers
    rise to the heavens.

    Known to most
    as Mr. Baessler,
    and writer
    of our song,
    to me he was Grandpa Keith.
    His cadence lives on.

    2014-10-27
    P. Wanken

    Written for Prompt 172: Musical Memories

  238. tired of problem people
    they moved to a new place
    …there they are again

    2014-11-01
    P. Wanken

    Written for Inform Poet: Senryu

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