And You Wonder Why

One day we’re born and someday we’ll die
In between we count the days that pass
And you wonder why I rather be alone and high

I was cool on my own just your average guy
they say get someone have fun in the grass
One day we’re born and someday we’ll die

You like in nice things you say really sly
But the bills don’t pay themselves I sass
And you wonder why I rather be alone and high

But I’m never home is your next battle cry
It’s two jobs to keep up home, clothes and gas
One day we’re born and someday we’ll die

I say how about you give working a try
And oh look how quick your insults amass
And you wonder why I rather be alone and high

Took a decade before I waved goodbye
Ah the peace of not dealing with your ass
One day we’re born and someday we’ll die
And you wonder why I rather be alone and high


National Poetry Month for 2021 Day 20

Having a little fun on 420 with another very loose Villanelle

Oops!

Some
May think
I forgot,
Or I don’t care.
But some would be wrong.

Now
Posting
Time once more
I learn “Publish”
Was a thing not pressed

Things
Were lost
In haste, but
A day enjoyed
Is never a waste


National Poetry Month for 2021 Day 18
Using GirlGriot’s Arun form once more, I explain what happens when things get a busy for the Raivenne and a minor detail, like pressing Publish on yesterday’s post doesn’t happen. I did not notice it did not go through until I came to post today. Oops!

This She Gives To Me

I based my life in such firm resolve
Some say in dull absolutions
This she gives to me, to live life free
Moments sans my strict resolutions

Question everything was my style
Live a little is her ploy
To live life free, this she gives to me
I never knew the worth of such joy

Dread portent to step out my box
Thus thing is such a far cry
This she gives to me, to live life free
Not to wallow in the what or why

She dons life in ever changing modes
Restraint’s the garment I wear
To live life free, this she gives to me
That life has joys, not just pains to bear

I knew she could rein herself at need
I needed to be set free
This she gives to me, to live life free
To heave it all sometimes, just let it be

Reminds me that stars are behind the clouds
When my life seems so unsure
To live life free, this she gives to me
Be not afraid of the life’s contour

My soul shines in the depths of her eyes
Hers reciprocates in mine
This she gives to me, to live life free
Such I’ve learned in this love divine


National Poetry Month for 2021 Day 17 trying to get muse to post something less maudlin for today.

Flashback Friday: April 16th

Being that it’s National Poetry Month / National Poetry Writing Month it makes sense that today in 2011 I posted “Why?” a brutal little ditty I wrote.

Why did he have to raise his hand?
His mind just must have upped and gone
I’m not the type he could command
Forget about put his hands on!

Forgot who he was married to?
Why did he have to raise his hand?
It was a stupid thing to do,
Picked the wrong girl to make a stand

And had the nerve to say demand!
To me! A cleaver yielding cook!
Why did he have to raise his hand?
For just one swipe was all it took

For there it was, hand on the floor
And finally, he understands
The only thing you knock are doors
Why did he have to raise his hand?


National Poetry Month for 2021 Day 16 shows what happens when things cascade in the form of a Quatern.

The Quatern is a French form. It consists of four stanzas of four lines, or sixteen total lines. The Quatern is a syllabic form, meaning that there are a required number of syllables per line. In this case, there are eight (8) syllables per line (or tetrameter, to those who want to get all technical), but it does NOT have to be iambic!!

The other trait of the Quatern is that there is a repeating refrain, similar to a kyrielle. In this case, the refrain is repeated one line lower in the poem in each stanza until in the fourth stanza it’s the fourth line, like below…

Line 1 (refrain)
Line 2
Line 3
Line 4

Line 5
Line 1 again (Line 6)
Line 7
Line 8

Line 9
Line 10
Line 1 again (Line 11)
Line 12

Line 13
Line 14
Line 15
Line 1 again (Line 16)

In Fate and Time

I did not know that time could be heartless
In its impatient flight… how sad it is
I never knew the worth of you until
You slipped away one day on quiet winds

Myrna / “On Quiet Winds”

How quickly love can fill an empty space
Your presence oh so loud within my heart
If I became unglued, your love the paste
We’d have forever, if time played its part
Even with life’s curved balls that we would face
I worried not in those times of harshness
As moth to light you’ve always come to me
And for you here I’ve been and thus would be
In trust I closed my eyes to the starkness
I did not know that time could be heartless

We who are young think not of life’s avail
That Clotho’s thread will never come to end
Treating life as an ever crawling snail
The next adventure’s just around the bend
Day, week, month, year, how quickly it can sail
We don’t hurry, ignorant in our bliss
Thinking “I’m running as fast as I can”
But Father Time will merely shrug and scan
The sands that flow in that great glass of his
In its impatient flight… how sad it is

The only one of them that truly knew
Lachesis crossed two most unlikely strings
And begged unto us love, so deep and true
Despite our worst, to steer us clear of things
That did drive many who we’ve known in two
And love we did have, love beyond our fill
You did not believe in blessings and such
Not channeled by remote, I guessed as much
I knew we were blessed, but even still
I never knew the worth of you until

I felt that first graze of empty down deep
My face became a moon to absent suns
At brink of the final task left to keep
And knowing the effects once she is done
I think even Atropos dared to weep
Equal to lives saintly or ones that sinned
She cannot cater to the whom or what
Within her hands the strings of life are cut
Now silence reigns in my heart where you dinned
You slipped away one day on quiet winds


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National Poetry Month for 2021 Day 15

A return to one of my favorites the Glosa (classic).

Another Day Without You

The alarm goes off and I reach for you
When I hold you close, just like I used to do
My heart listens for your sounds in the air then
Before my head catches up, that they won’t be there again
Some habits are just harder to kill
And my heart breaks against my will

Every morn I wake that you’re not here
It’s a struggle to not shed that first tear
Another day without you
It’s time for me to fly – I have not wings
A nightingale with no desire to sing
Another day without you

All these feelings I hide from folks each day.
Falling in line with the games people play
I just go through the motions of daily living,
Hoping no one sees through the performance I’m giving
When it’s the wind that mocks your gentle touch
Or the storm of your kiss that I’m missing so much

Every mourn I wake, and I do mean mourn
I try to anchor my thoughts, but I’m still too worn
Another day without you
It’s time for me to fly – and someday I might
But right now this heart’s too heavy for flight
Another day without you

In the morning I wake and sob in the lonely air
Too many times I cry how it’s unfair
It’s so unfair

Knew when we took the vows of man and wife
That it would truly be for the rest of our life
The calendar still holds the dates of the things planned
From one winter to the next of activities spanned
Because I thought there’d be more of life with you
I’m alive, but this is not living without you

Every morn I wake and face the dawn
A part of me is surprise how I breathe on
Another day without you
It’s time for me to fly – But I stay prone
The sky’s a lonely place here on my own
Another day without you

Yet I’m still here…

I’m still here…


National Poetry Month for 2021 Day 14 in a mood

Yet to Be

Who am I to be? I deign not to ask

A decision not mine to make alone

An ovarian joins to complete that task

I lay dormant in a state of my own

Not yet of flesh, sinew or even bone

I’m half the potential that’s yet to be

For now frozen in anonymity


National Poetry Month for 2021 Day 13 brings hope of life in a Rime Royal

The Rime Royal or Rhyme Royal stanza consists of seven lines, usually in iambic pentameter. The rhyme scheme is ABABBCC.

Of Loneliness

Abstract artwork of one pale figure alone amongst an array  of dark figures.

This is something I need to address
To find the words to make it clear
I want…a way out…of loneliness

Surrounded in the city’s excess
I’m screaming but no one seems to hear
This is something I need to address

My soul, before, I’ve tried to undress
For a solace that does not appear
I want…a way out…of loneliness

And further on me it seems to press
Try as I my might to find a way clear
This is something I need to address

And so, I’ve come here to confess
That death is the only cure I fear
I want…a way out…of loneliness

I long to be free of this distress
Get back to the things I held dear
This is something I need to address
I want…a way out…of loneliness


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National Poetry Month for 2021 Day 12

Another Villanelle

I heard the line on loneliness in a video yesterday and Muse flew with it.

Every Second

Bored ambivalence was the word of the day
Decided I was going to go home the long way
It’s only curiosity, was the cool wind blowing around me
Seemed like a day just like any other one
But then a curve ball was thrown into the mix hon

There she was the new big city kid now in a small country town
Sitting on the fence by the creek, so all alone and looking down
Didn’t take a psychic trick, to see she was homesick
I had passed by, but Fate triumphed and I came back after a while
And the reward I reaped was to see beauty in the light of her smile

Every day she smiles it’s just pure elation
Every hour she laughs I can’t help but laugh too
Every minute we kiss it’s an inspiration
And every second she breathes — I thank the heavens it’s true

I tried to descend from the fence, but my foot wasn’t quit clear
And yeah, she laughed as I fell in the water dead on my rear
But she was quick to quell, any hurt feelings and that was swell
By the time I walked her home as first stars shone bright
I was dry and she knew everything was going to be all right

We became friends who flitted twixt that love or the other
Took two years to learn that we were only meant for each other
The great gift I was to find was to let me live inside her mind
What wisdom knew back then, that one act of kindness from me,
Would ascend to a love for you that’s here for all eternity?

Fate stays unconquered every time on the when and where,
We only knew we had arrived once we got there

Every day you smile it’s just pure elation
Every hour you laugh I can’t help but laugh too
Every minute we kiss it’s an inspiration
And every second you breathe — I thank the heavens for you

 


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National Poetry Month for 2021 Day 11

The Space

The space between us
that once only measured with microscope
is now spanned miles
even though you lay beside me

The space in arms that hold myself
where they once held you
in laughter in comfort
or just for the sake of holding

The space in my heart
that overflowed with joy
now filled to the brim
with heartache

The space in our conversations
say more than what’s spoken
we ignore the silence
civil words cannot hear


National Poetry Month for 2021 Day 10