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Friday, April 30, 2010


White fog erases lines from the sky
until blurry and smeared-
skyscrapers peer through the mist
at the eye of my camera.

Day 151

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Fight or Flight?

When the empty space in my heart
becomes a predator, eating away
at the room that belongs to you,
will you fight back?

Day 150

Wednesday, April 28, 2010


You can only push a heart away
douse its flames so many times
before it finds a new place
to spark and burst into flame.

Day 149

Tuesday, April 27, 2010


You're an open sign turned
to closed, jester, king, Tinman
with heart, a friend gone.
You're goodbye.
What am I to you?

Day 148

Monday, April 26, 2010

Healing Bath

I need a pool of moonlight.
I long to soak in glowing rays.
Let me wash away my unshed tears
before I face another day.

Day 147

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Seed Surrender

Ask the soil at your feet,
tiny seed in the cold, hard ground.
Night is not eternal.
Breaking is where beauty is found.

Day 146

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Morning Reluctance

How do I say goodbye
to the perfect moonlit sky?
How do I face the day
wishing darkness would
fall again this way?

#poetweet Day 145

Friday, April 23, 2010


Tonight I held your belly,
felt your baby move, remembered
you on the inside, and me
not knowing how amazing you'd be.

Day 144

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Uncovered by Moonbeams

I have scars with secret names
hidden by light of day.
The dawn of night reveals them.
In moonlight they are beautiful.

Day 143

Wednesday, April 21, 2010


Some days the letters and words rise
up and paint themselves on the air.
I breathe them in
and remind myself I am Poet.

Day 142

Tuesday, April 20, 2010


A spinning cauldron of wind,
my sky is filled today
with witches, monkeys and
a house from Kansas.
Can I hitch a ride?

Day 141

Monday, April 19, 2010

Breathing Tea

A steaming cup casts its breath
skyward, attempting in some
small way to echo the beauty
of clouds in its ephemeral wisp

Day 140

Sunday, April 18, 2010

The Sum

The yes and no of it,
the hide and show of it,
the ebb and flow of it,
all these add up
to the stay or go of it.

Day 139

Saturday, April 17, 2010


And if I speak enough words, and make
enough marks, and write
enough lines--will it all ever
make any more sense to me?

Day 138

Friday, April 16, 2010


And what will you say,
when the silence comes,
and does not accuse or ask--simply
wants to hear you speaking your heart?

Day 137

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Plenty of Room

Go ahead, ask your questions,
I can carry them. I can
pack them beside my own, take them
on my journey to find answers.

Day 136

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

She Keeps Asking

She stares back at me
from every puddle, window, mirror
her face the same question.
What will I do with her, with me?

Day 135

Tuesday, April 13, 2010


The sun, caught in a cloud jar--
obscured by darkness, brimming over,
spills a tiny splash
across my day and I breathe.

Day 134

Monday, April 12, 2010

Let Me Let Go

Want to get lost--drive,
halfway down an endless road.
Wade into the ocean 'til
nobody is in sight.
Then I can let go.

Day 133

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Yellow Footsteps

Walking on sunshine streams spilling
from my radio, aloha you
you "lo-ha" me. In spite of rain
Today is very a good day

Day 132

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Through Your Eyes

No mirrors for me. No thank you.
I'd rather see my reflection
in they eyes of a friend.
True beauty staring back at me.

Day 131

Friday, April 9, 2010

A Basket Full

Aroma of soil in my hand, first green
shoots peeking up, pit-pat
of spring rain, all tucked away
in a trug until summer.

Day 130

Thursday, April 8, 2010


Time lets me think I carry him
in my pocket, ticking like a lullaby.
I sleep. He flies.
I wake to tomorrow's silence.

Day 129

Wednesday, April 7, 2010


Tear the pages from my favorite book,
stitch them together tight.
Wrap myself in the blanket
so I can dream tonight.

Day 128

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Ink Blood

Silent flow, black against white:
my ink blood spills on the page.
Words and phrases come alive
within each heartbeat.

Day 127

Monday, April 5, 2010


A storm teeters on the edge of the day,
waits for the sun to take
her warmth from the sky,
a few degrees 'til explosion.

Day 126

Sunday, April 4, 2010

I Still Believe

Made a wish at eleven-eleven
on a lucky star.
You're not here yet, but that's okay.
I still believe in the moon's magic.

Day 125

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Lover Retiring

Stark branches tipped in new green
reach toward a lavender sunset,
grasping for the retreating arms
of this spring day.

Day 124

Friday, April 2, 2010

Ride and Iron Horse

Today the road calls my name
so I mount an iron horse at your back.
I open my arms to the wind,
close my eyes and I fly

Day 123

Thursday, April 1, 2010

No Rain Today

Thunder growls from afar
making promises he can't keep
as Sun pokes her fingers into
frayed holes in loose-knit clouds.

Day 122

Poetry Prompts

Grab a word or phrase from this ever- changing list, and write a poem of your own. Be sure to let me know where I can read it in the comments section! I'll feature poems I love right here on the site, and link back to your site, too!

1. Meteor Shower due tonight, Tuesday, August 11, 2009. Write a poem about shooting stars.

2. Choose a cliche' and switch it up. For example: Instead of "just a drop in the bucket" try "just a grain of rice in the jambalaya". Now use this new phrase in your poem.

3. Pick three key items from your childhood memories of summer. Use them in a poem.

4. Start with a line from your favorite poem. (You could cheat a little and choose a line from a novel.) Recycle that line into a first line for your poem, and start writing.

5. Begin with the words, "He said". Then switch to "She said." Use this as a launch for a poem about opposing views.

6. Looking Through the Glass -- write about what you see through a window, a drinking glass, a pair of eyeglasses, a fishbowl or in a mirror... any sort of glass will do.

7. Write a poem where the sounds of the words are as important as what they mean. There's no wrong way to do this, just listen to your words and have fun with it.

8. Grab a book of poetry and choose a favorite, or look up a poem online. Select five words from that poem and incorporate them into your own.

9. Check out Poetic Asides Wednesday Poetry Prompts.

10. Check out Totally Optional Prompts!


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Won third place in the Facebook poetry contest hosted by Facebooker's Guide to the Poetry Universe, with the poem "Winter Sleep".



by Lisa Beaudoin @DancingWithPens

Autumn leaves fly
in the wind, blow
across the land, crumble
under foot, and color
soil in shades alive.

Pages flutter,
as books are read,
folio all, tapestry
of words, sprinkle
silently across sight.

People wisp away
from our life, littering
memory with faint
remnants, crumbling heart,
and stalling soul.

© 2009 Lisa G. Beaudoin

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