Poem-A-Day, April 12th

Black Rock City

a place made of dreams,
of fire and flood - and of art
to be created.

almost mythical,
but a known, real oasis
(temporarily).

so much there to learn,
so much to be discovered,
so anxious to go.

Poem-A-Day, April 11th

The Last Pedal Stroke

sometimes it's thrown down
with such force
with such brutality
as the bike
and rider
charge across the line

sometimes it's taken
with ease and confidence
simple sureness of victory
no fear
no contest

sometimes it's given up
with feelings of defeat
like today
today was just
not
my
day

Poem-A-Day, April 7th

Yes, I skipped April 6th. My excuse is that I should write about art that moves me to write about it, not some piece that was thrown in front of me blindly. Is that fair? Maybe not, but I'll write what I want.

Today's prompt: Take the phrase "Until (blank)," replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and write the poem.

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Until August

like clockwork
it has become
a time for change,
for new beginnings.

i've never been
a patient one.
always wanted
immediacy.

so this time
i'm starting fresh,
with a new me,
self-discovery.

time to plan
or not to plan?
to see where life
is taking me next.

Poem-A-Day, April 5th

TMI

Woke up this morning:
Explosive diarrhea.
No team ride for me.

Poem-A-Day, April 4th

Write a history poem.

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Heastery

i still remember
five-four-five
shallow cove road,
the house of my early
childhood.
easter morning
bright and sunny
dress in fresh clothes
from grandma W.
come down the stairs
to find the baskets
already overflowing
with chocolate
(which i loved)
and jelly beans
(which i gave
to my brother).
then hunt for eggs,
candy-filled
and hard-boiled,
and eat to our hearts'
content.
i try to recreate
this memory
but nothing,
even family,
can make me
a 6-year-old
again.

Poem-A-Day, April 3rd

Today's prompt: "...take the phrase 'Partly (blank),' replace the blank with a word or phrase, make that the title of your poem, and then write the poem."

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Partly Toast

Man, my legs are
toast today
after a week's worth
of hard training.
Although,
we sure got
toasted last night -
maybe that
has something to do
with it.
But at least
my feet
are pretty toasty
in these booties.
And I sure do like
that multi-grain toast
I had for breakfast.

Poem-A-Day, April 2nd

At the suggestion of my poet friend Joannie, I've decided to attempt to participate in Robert Lee Brewer's Poem-A-Day challenge. Of course, I'm starting a day late (April is National Poetry Month), and I have no expectations whatsoever, but I think it will be a fun exercise nonetheless. Maybe I'll attempt to keep all the poems related to cycling, in addition to adhering to the daily prompt. Maybe not. I guess we'll just have to see how it goes...

Today's prompt: Write a water poem.

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The rain cascades down rooftops,
And pounds the sides of cars;
The gusts predicted heavy,
By our forecaster Lars.

"I won't be riding bikes today,
Nor swimming in the Sound.
The weather's just too nasty out,"
She muttered as she frowned.

So hopefully tomorrow
The sun will dry the streets.
This lion is not welcome here,
The lamb brings better treats.