One a Day: Terza Rima

As I walk along the cold forgotten path
I feel as though a shadow walks besides me
And though I feel no menace, hatred, or wrath

I wonder why I cannot, this shadow, see
But to stop along the path and delve deep
Into the gloom is a choice not meant to be

Along this cold forgotten path I must keep
I cannot stop for food or drink, I cannot
Stop for rest and never shall I stop to sleep

I must hurry, be swift or else be forgot
Time waits for some, but for me, surely will not

One a Day: Diatelle

Back in
Time that’s been
Erased from all
Memory. And not since
You were a child, fragile and small
Did anyone think to hold you tight or call
You honey. Those days of warm breezes at the beach
People watching in air-conditioned malls
Are gone. Now it’s back to cramped halls
Mind games you cannot win
Crying in stalls
Gone from all
Not in

(This was yesterday’s, fell asleep before I could post.)

One a Day: Rondelet

That’s how long we said it would last
A fluke that became Destiny
A chance encounter with the past
A plea answered and fate’s die cast

One a Day: Lanturne

Push up
Rise above
Reach for the clouds

One a Day: Loop Poetry

Heat shone down as I lay
Lay back again cool forgiving arms
Arms that are liquid, fluid, endless

Like a soft sigh after he says, “I love you.
You, with your gentle dips and curves.”
Curves like the ocean stretching over the horizon

Beyond where I can even dream of reaching
Reaching out to meet my outstretched fingers
Fingers that create patterns upon the ocean’s surface

I sway in arms that are as long as time is old
Old as half-remembered dreams of other hands
Hands and wrist and arms, loving, calm, tranquil

Sun-kissed by the sun, cooled by the waves
Waves that hold me tenderly,
Tenderly, quietly, soothingly

One a Day: Themed Poem: Time

Time alone will stand the test
Be it man or beast – the jest
Will always be upon the one
Who dares to hide and tries to run


Time alone will stand the test
Be it man or beast – the jest
Will always be on those that press
For more than what Time will invest

Stand strong and pious and be afeared
For only a fool that turns and veers
Away from caution would stand accursed
Upon the edge of Time’s perversed

Line of Destiny, the Moirae’s thread
Down that path, don’t be misled
Don’t gamble, take risks; be wary instead
Or else they will trim and you’ll find yourself dead

One a Day: Villanelle

Be what you were meant to be
And don’t forfeit your right
Anchor your resolve and all will agree

Hold tight to your strength in this black sea
From this mob that would deny your might
Be what you were meant to be

Stay fierce and loyal through their plea
for you to bend. Stay strong and fight
Anchor your resolve and all will agree

Men will bow down, bend at the knee
Craven you are not, instead graced by His light
Be what you were meant to be

All those who are weak will flee
with despair, away from your sight
Anchor your resolve and all will agree

That you are the one that prophets foresee
The name that they cry, the star that shines bright
Be what you were meant to be
Anchor your resolve and all will agree

(I’ve been reading and watching a bit too much Game of Thrones)

One a Day: Swap Quatrain

With every thump my heart does beat
And on my cheeks bloom lover’s heat
My throat is choked by heavy lump
My heart does beat with every thump

A kiss from you is all I ask
My face I hide behind this mask
Of scarlet tinged with timid hue
All I ask is a kiss from you

My life within your hands I’ll lay
For you my heart will make a way
For love and honor I’ll be your wife
Within your hands I’ll lay my life

One a Day: Minute Poetry

This life we live is not our own
So set the tone
Create the pitch
And scratch that itch

But leave some time so others can
With help, expand
Their place on earth
Express their worth

The champion and key you’ll be
To set them free
Alight their fire
Live to aspire

One a Day: Sestina

*I took one or two liberties with this one, please forgive me:

I dreamed a dream that brought a life,
one of my own choosing.
I dreamed a dream that began this life anew.
My world conspired and brought me, you.
A balm to the ache in my arms,
and for that I am grateful.

For what is there not to be grateful
for in a baby that has come into my life,
when I thought I would never hold in my arms –
when the time had passed when I could choose,
a baby as beautiful as you?
My world has started anew!

Comfort and joy are both a new
sensation in this heart that is so grateful
for you.
For this new and glorious life –
one that was of my own choosing,
you, sleeping gently in my arms.

And how they ached, these arms
of mine. How they burned for a new
purpose and feeling. When it came time to choose,
it was really you who chose me. And I am grateful
that God blessed my life
with you!

As I stare at my love, at you,
lying innocent and content in my arms,
my son, my life –
my world begins anew.
I am light! I am bliss! I am grateful
that you were the succor that I was choosing –

that you were the love that I was choosing,
that I chose you!
Every day I will look on and be grateful.
For I hold in my arms
my existence renewed –
you. My love, my treasure, my life!

Choosing to adopt brought you into my arms
You are my reason to breathe anew!
Grateful is a poor choice of word, for how I feel having you in my life.