History unexplored

You once drew a map
With directions to my work.
If only you had noticed,
You would have seen
That scribbled on that paper
Was part of my dream.
But you failed to see
And I did not want to say,
Life happened and we went
Each on our way.
Sometimes late at night
I wonder about that history unexplored,
The secret treasures hidden
Behind that bolted door.
Sometimes when I cannot sleep
I dream of you,
And sketch you a map to my heart,
Because it was yours,
You just had to make a start.

Copyright Hiraeth 2015
PAD Challenge Day 22:
For today’s prompt, write a historic poem. It could be a poem about a landmark event, specific battle, an era in time, or whatever you consider a historic happening.

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One day

One day when we are
Older,
Have more money,
More time,
We will live close to the sea.
We will collect seashells, surf,
Build sandcastles, make wind chimes
Learn to let life be.
Right now it is not an option,
We are just surviving, getting by.
We have to be responsible, logical,
Don’t you see?
One day death arrives unexpected,
Uninvited to intrude,
It wakes us up,
Jolts us,
And we realise:
This, now, is all we have.
So we buy a house
Close to the sea,
Collect seashells, surf,
Build sandcastles,
Make wind chimes
And finally
Learn to breathe.

Copyright Hiraeth 2015
PAD Challenge Day 22:
For today’s prompt, write a nature poem. For many poets, the first thing that may pop to mind includes birds, trees, waterfalls, rivers, and such. But there’s also human nature, nature vs. nurture, and other things natural, including natural selection and being a “natural” at something. Let your nature take it where it will today.

Who I am not

His anger flares up
Fire
(passion is better
than apathy)
And you convince yourself
Your love can heal him
Water
(purpose is better
than boredom)
Your ignorance unravels
Until you see
Two sides of his passion
Only one is free
(the cost your sanity,
or worse: your life)
And pained you realise your lot:
That who you need to be
For him
This,
You are not.

Copyright Hiraeth 2015
PAD Challenge Day 21:
For today’s prompt, we’re dealing with our third “Two for Tuesday” prompt(s):
Write a “what you are” poem, or…
Write a “what you are not” poem.
For instance, you may be a teacher, a student, brave, scared, a person, an animal, a plant, and well, wherever this one takes you. Or not, of course.

My heart the escapologist

I have to escape this
Life is sucking me dry,
All the every day nuances, tasks,
People wanting everything,
Each one stuck behind masks.
You look like a good option,
So I suggest we give this a try.
I know you think this is crazy,
But we are destined to fly.
So put on your favourite coat
It will not be easy, there will be
Storms, waves but we can float
In a boat loaded with poetic dreams,
Alas, who cares, indeed
Nothing is as it seems.
As long as I hear your breath,
I can deal with it all, the broken
Promises, pieces that are left.
I know you hardly know me,
My skeletons hidden from sight,
Just give this a chance,
Please
(Because my heart has already
Taken flight.)

Copyright Hiraeth 2015
PAD Challenge 2015 Day 20
For today’s prompt, take the phrase “My (blank), the (blank),” replace the blanks with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles include: “My Dentist, the Torture Expert,” “My Lunch, the Thing I Got Out of the Vending Machine,” “My Father, the Comedian,” or “My Life, the Punchline.”

PhD in Us

I am an authority,
Expert on what went wrong
With us,
I have spent
Seven
Years
Carefully analysing,
Hypothesising,
Inducing what-ifs;
I could write a thesis
Listing our faults alphabetically,
With evidence substantiating
Each claim.
What you did not do,
What I failed to notice,
What you did not say,
What I failed to choose.
And when I put it all together
Success
Sums simply to this:
Be present
Here
Now.

Copyright Hiraeth 2015
PAD Challenge 2015 Day 19:
For today’s prompt, write an authority poem. Maybe you are an authority on something or know someone who is (or who thinks he or she is). Maybe you respect authority, or maybe not so much. Maybe you are on the run from the authorities, in which case I can only say good luck, but this blog probably isn’t the best hiding place–especially with so many folks poeming away.

Five fires

Ten tides led me here,
Five fires feed the silence
While I sit
Thinking,
Signs lighting where
In a blink,
Written in ink
My hidden inner life,
Sees me sink

Copyright Hiraeth 2015
PAD Challenge 2015 Day 18:
For today’s prompt, pick 2 vowels and write a poem using words that only contain one or both of those vowels. For instance, write a poem with words that only have a “u” and “o.” Also, the letter “y” is wild–so the words “my” and “gypsy” are freebies. And I’ll allow text-speak (or maybe I should say “txt spk”).

Swing

Tractor wheels and carousels,
Children screaming in enjoyment,
I sit alone on the swing
And no one notices,
So I swing
Higher,
Higher,
Hoping someone will see me,
Take an interest, want to know me,
But they never do.
One day, whilst watching them play
I start hearing words,
Rhythmic, rhyming strings that sound
Like a symphony to my soul
And they become my companions,
My comfort.
Later at university
I realise there are
Many others,
Each one on their swing,
Comfortable on it,
Swinging high and creating beauty
And I know
There is a place for me,
That
There
Always
Was.

Copyright Hiraeth 2015
PAD Challenge 2015 Day 17:
For today’s prompt, write a swing poem. Sure, there are park swings and mood swings; there’s swing music and swing dancing; and there are swingers. Some people swing one way; others swing another. In politics, there are swing votes and swing states. And many people have swung a bat, an ax, and/or a hammer in their lifetimes.