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Friday, May 21, 2010


The day is sun-scorched, the shadows
thin and dry,as though a gust
of wind would scatter them
like so many burnt pages.

Day 172

Thursday, May 20, 2010


Come Rain. Wash Sun's bright hues
from green trees, red bricks,
blue skies. My eyes ache
for the cool following a storm.

Day 171

Wednesday, May 19, 2010


The sun turns lazily on a bed of cloud
sighing over the garden.
My hollyhocks bow their heads
as if to pray for rain.

Day 170

Tuesday, May 18, 2010


This chrysalis is not lovely
doesn't inspire, but the breaking
pushing, fight for freedom
will make for amazing flight.

Day 169

Monday, May 17, 2010

Writing Dangerously

There is a risk in releasing
your words to fly across a page.
They might, like sparrows,
sing your secrets to the trees.

Day 168

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Ode to a Statue

Oh nymph poised to leap into
the crystal cool, can you know?
I long to feel your wet embrace
to share-Joy Of The Waters!

Day 167

Saturday, May 15, 2010


After the rain I seek out
a puddle, or a lawn sprinkler, or lie
on my back in the river,
to wet my soul against drought.

Day 166

Friday, May 14, 2010

Ordinary Day

The sun also rises on the middle
days, when the air is just air,
and I'm happy to be breathing.
Even heat can be a gift.

Day 165

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Alice Begins Again

The looking glass she stepped through
shattered, so she picked up
the pieces and reassembled
to find her reflection anew

Day 164

Wednesday, May 12, 2010


Once the rain, washes tears
from my face, I open my eyes.
I'm circled by friends: each
cradling a piece of my brokenness

Day 163

Tuesday, May 11, 2010


Tiny feathers drying amidst broken
shell -- trembling, heart pounding
transformed, soon my soul
will quit the nest and fly.

Day 162

Monday, May 10, 2010


How does one who once
unabashedly poured love
out, now unwanted, gather
herself into a pitcher
to someday pour again?

Day 161

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Wake Up, Alice

Pocket watch in hand, I stare
at the looking glass. If I step inside
will I find myself, or wake
to find it all a dream?

Day 160

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Glass Half Full

The milk moon fills my glass
strengthens me in the night
I drink my fill of his nurture
spread my wings and take flight.

Day 159

Friday, May 7, 2010

Moon Man

I see your face, moon at my window
peering past curtains of night.
I sleep the hours away
cradled in rays of your light.

Day 158

Thursday, May 6, 2010


Man in the moon whispers my name tonight
bathing me in silvery light.
I quiet my mind and heart
grateful for your peace.

Day 157

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

More or Less

It's this space between
you and me, the squeezing
pressing, distance thing
that makes it hard to breathe.
I need less.

Day 156

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Hard to Get

Solitude beckons. I need
to hear his whispers, feel his touch
to breathe and sit in silence
Yet I avoid myself. I wait.

Day 155

Monday, May 3, 2010

Carry Me

Come darkness, come fireflies
come shimmering moon.
Bear me away on the night. Show me
how to dream, to dance, to love.

Day 154

Sunday, May 2, 2010


If I lie upon your breast, sister
earth, if I sob out all my sorrow,
will you, with my tears
bring new life from your soil?

Day 153

Saturday, May 1, 2010

In Darkness

Center of a void I stand,
paper moon crumpled in my fist.
There's no light here I didn't bring
I must shine my way out.

Day 152

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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