This is my twentieth post for National Poetry Month 2010
• two free verse poem
• one tanka
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• inspired by Jessica GC’s prompt at read write poem
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Reality At 30,000
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(a hero returns)
distant
slurred
reverberant
like a voice in a canyon
I hear her calling in my mind
my name
rolling sweet as nectar
from lips soft as orchid petals
full as a bursting peach
glistening deep coral
as they wrapped softly
‘round each pouted syllable
when she bid me tender farewell
so long ago
our fingertips had strained to grasp
until the final sensation of warmth
of touch
had faded
and they had drifted apart
I had struggled to tear my eyes
from her tears
that glistened on her lashes
and around her swollen crystal blue eyes
to slip softly over the crests
of her velvet cheeks
then down the contour of her face
flushed as sunset
to lightly salt her quivering lips
and as I passed
numb and dazed
through the tunnel of the loading gate
toward the jet
that took me to hell
I had at that moment
locked the image
of that sorrowed face of love
deep in my heart
It had proved my salvation
my only grasp on sanity
in those horrific years
over there
my lips too had quivered on that day
with the sting of separation
and the chilling knowledge
I would soon taste the bitter blood of war
foul with the stench of death
having not yet departed
I had already longed to gaze again
into her brilliant blue eyes
and taste her sweetness
yet
as I return this day
trying to face reality
from 30,000 feet
I taste the salt of sadness
for I fear
a kiss from me
with my killer’s mouth
will forever defile the fragile innocence
of those luscious lips
soft as orchid petals
full as a bursting peach
that glistened
and quivered
when last we parted
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Eternal
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tears on flushed pale cheeks
warm held hand grows cool and still
she has left this earth
my love is now eternal
how do I face tomorrow
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…here is a bonus “whimsical” poem written in response to the day 19 prompt at poetic aside…
Phineas & Phlo
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phineas morton is not a happy guy
that’s not to say he’s sad
he just decided long ago
not to live life on the extremes
so he would describe himself as
well
as centered
yes
phineas morton is a centered guy
he lives in the abandoned hull
of a short
yellow
school bus
left there by his parents
when he was 12
as they went off to find
well
to find happiness
this situation may also account
for his less than enthusiastic embrace
of the whole concept of
well
of happiness
phineas dreams of
someday
doing something
something
well
something interesting
shunning the extreme nature
of
of great
he is not really interested
in doing something
great
interesting will do just fine
he has a girlfriend
well
sort of a girlfriend
more like a
well
like a girl acquaintance
that sounds less “on the edgeâ€
which suits his centeredness
just fine
her name is flo
though she has come to spell it
phlo
as an expression
of her affinity for phineas
you know
phineas and phlo
the whole ph
sounds like f
thing
you know f
fuh f fuh
well
anyway
phineas wants everyone to know
that while he waits for his
interesting life to begin
he can be found
out by ole’ doc patterson’s pond
in his shell of a bus
you’re more than welcome to come by
just
if you do
don’t be too happy
if you know what I mean
doesn’t sit well with the lad
so if you come by
bring some jelly beans
red jelly beans
because
well
just because
and a tip from me
if you do drop in on phineas
don’t be clever
you know
don’t make any wisecracks about
well
no “short bus†remarks
ok
ok
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• poems and tanka by: rob kistner © 2010
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…check out the other heroes at readwritepoem…
