Her face, a face I’ll never forget.
A friendly face, she speaks with a calm voice
and has unforgettable smile.
A smile that will bring a smile on your face too.
She has a light glow when she laughs.
That imagine never leaves my mind.
*Just something that came to my head*
Do you use a calendar?
Keep track of birthdays, special days, doctor appointments.
Do you count the days when you’re going on vacation?
I wish I could do that.
My calendar is blank. Just fill with the month,year, the days.
I stare at it wondering when I’ll get that phone call.
When that day come? Will it come on Friday the 13?
Maybe two weeks after Friday the 13.
The phone call for a job interview.
The phone call to notify and offer you that job position.
I stare at my calendar wondering when that day will come.
Two strangers, different species
Entering each other lives.
A cloud of uncertain trust roams over head.
Showing patience, there nothing to fear.
Days,months, working on friendship of trust.
Now we shake hand and paw. Friends forever:)
It tell a story, but also send out a message.
The message are what people tell us daily.
Happy, Angry, tired, young and old
The story will be how you lived.
A life that lives many years, with happiness, or hardship
What does you face say about you?
It can be beautiful, clam, and refreshing.
We enjoying playing with it for recreational purposes.
It can devestasting, flooded rushing dirty streams and creeks.
Just as it important for life, it can take it away as well.
It cover the majority of our planet.
Doesn’t mean goodbye forever
We will cross path again
I don’t know when, but I know I see you again
Don’t be sad or shed a tear
I’ll always be there with you
In your heart, in your dreams, and in our memories we had together.
Write a poem about a farewell today: perhaps this image may bring back memories of loved ones who passed, or revive memories of those that departed from our lives. Or you could focus on the more mundane, but still powerful moments of your daily goodbye rituals, whether it’s a friend, partner, or member of your family.
The issues are camouflage
But what do you see?
Probably not the same as what I see.
Camouflage with racism the denial of reality of this world.
Or is it me whom is blind and can’t see right through the camouflage.
“Camouflage is a game we all like to play, but our secrets are as surely revealed by what we want to seem to be as by what we conceal.” — Russell Lynes
For today’s poem, take inspiration from camouflage — you may apply it in any way you like, whether you write about visual or social dissimulation, or focus on the way we hide our myriad emotions, actions, and reactions. What would be your ultimate smokescreen, concealment, or mask?