My Word of the Month poem for August

Hi everyone,

Thanks again to Linda Baie for this month’s theme: Train.
David publicity photo
Black and White
by David L. Harrison

Helplessly she lies tied,
her voluptuous body bound
to the tracks by the black-hearted villain.
“Save me!” she sobs
at the bottom of the screen
as the piano thunders doom.

Black liner underscores her terror.
Her breast heaves futilely
against her savage bonds.
The villain throws back his head
and laughs a wicked laugh.
“Ha-ha!”

The train!
The train!
We read its warning whistle!

Could her eyes look more frightened?
Could the villain look more villainous?
“Hisssss!”
Where is the hero?
Where is he!

And then . . .
at the last possible moment,
as the piano crescendos hysterically,
the train hurtles ever closer,
the villain laughs, “Ha-ha!”
and the maiden begs, “Save me!”
the hero comes.

Racing bravely, fearlessly
toward the furiously steaming train,
he swoops, cuts bonds, and lifts
the clinging, grateful beauty
in his brawny arms.

“How can I ever repay you?”
she murmurs, doe-eyed with promise
as they dive into the river far below.

Meanwhile
the villain, one foot caught in the trestle,
screams in horror.
“Help me! Someone help me!”

Go to black.
Piano spikes a discordant cord.
Curtain falls, lights come up.
People stand,
sweep popcorn off their laps.
Bosoms sigh as women consider the hero.
Men reflect on the maiden, those eyes,
that train.

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My Word of the Month poem

REMINDER: If you haven’t tried your luck captioning Rob Shepperson’s delightful cartoon, scroll down and add your caption in the comment section. Lotza fun!

Hi everyone,

Thanks again to Steven Withrow for providing this month’s word: Architecture. Here’s my offering.

By Design
David L. Harrison

Like a fragile stalactite
from sea-sunken cavern,
tapered whorls fashioned
over endless black time,
it lies thrown on the beach,
white on white,
stitched around by sandpiper tracks.
Derelict home bereft of sea snail,
quiet miracle of nature’s architecture.

My Word of the Month poem

ANNOUNCEMENT: My thanks again to Steven Withrow for providing such good fun on November 9 with his poetry challenge to parody songs. If you haven’t tried it yet, it’s certainly not too late!

Hi everyone,

I’ve been thinking about TALENT, our word for November, which was provided by Rachel Heinrichs. It occurred to me that I see a good example of it every day in my yard. It might be a stretch to bequeath such skill to a plant, but that’s why we have metaphors!

Hidden Talent
David L. Harrison

Marvel at this tree,
broken and stubby,
split down its middle
like a sternum laid open,
heartwood exposed to rot and decay,
its two half-trunks leaning apart
like dying twins trying not to touch,

Yet its withered arms throw out leaves,
withstand battering winds,
hold young birds safe from spring rains.

What wondrous talent to remain upright,
spirit masked by dry tissue,
sucking hard from deep reserves
to greet another year,
one more season.

My flamboyant poem

Hi everyone,

Okay. Here goes.

Some People

by David L. Harrison

  • (In two voices)
  • Would you look at that?

      What?

    That guy.

      That guy?

    Yeah.

      Oh my lord!

    After Labor Day?

      White?

    Pants?

      Tie?

    Sport shirt?

      White?

    What’s he thinking!

      Who knows?

    Always one in every crowd

      Calling attention to himself.

    Like a parrot in a snowstorm.

      Coarse.

    Trash.

      Flamboyant.

    David

    Lots of good poems this month!

    Hi everyone,

    Our Word of the Month word for October, NEW, has already generated 21 poems by adults and 2 poems by our young poets! You are setting a torrid pace. With seven more days counting today, we might hit a record this month.

    If you’ve never tried your hand at writing a poem inspired by a single word, you’ll find it a refreshing exercise for the imagination and you may surprise yourself with the results. It’s easy to post your poem. Just go to the appropriate W.O.M. box at the top of this page, open it, scroll to the bottom, enter your work in the box there, and click to post it. You’ll love the comments you’ll receive from other poets and readers and you can contribute your own supportive comments about their work.

    I hope you enjoy today’s picture of our lake. I took it late in the afternoon just as the pair of swans swam across the red reflection from a beautiful maple tree.

    David