It Can’t Be

Poetic Asides

Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 383
By: Robert Lee Brewer | February 8, 2017

It Can’t Be

It can’t be bedtime
There is laundry waiting –
It won’t wash itself
No matter how long I
Ignore it
And dinner dishes are
Still stacked in the sink
It can’t be bedtime
My hair needs washed
And I was planning a
Facial tonight
It can’t be bedtime
I should make a grocery list
And pack lunches
It can’t be bedtime
I just made a cup of tea
And I’m going to read
Just one more chapter –

really

Getting Through to Customer Service

Poetic Asides – Wednesday Poetry Prompt
“Getting (Blank)”

Getting Through to Customer Service

I punched in the 800 number
and waited
the smooth voice on the other
end assured me that my call
was important to them
I waited
fuzzy music of an unknown
genre blaring through the lines
more waiting
once again assured that
my call was important
made a cup of tea
music, music, music
started a crossword puzzle
ah,at last, a real person
asked my name,
account number,
date of birth,
….. and “how may I help you?”
my mind was numbed by
endless tunes
I mumbled something vague
I was not getting through

color coordinated

 

I tried to color coordinate
this poem with the weather
I wrote pale pink sunrise words
I wrote white cloudy words
that blew across the page
and sunny yellow words
that sparkled like gems
when the sun hid I wrote
gray rainy words that fell
in puddles at my feet
I wrote red sky at night
words until black
covered the page
I tried to color coordinate
this poem with the weather
but it’s Spring
and nature couldn’t decide
which color to wear today

To A Sibling

 

you’ve gone and
left me
here
with no guidance
the other half
of our collective
memory
the weaker half
I step into the
swirling shadows
of aging
with no one to
follow
no footsteps
in which to place
my stumbling feet
no way to anticipate
where this path
will lead me
so I will tread
slowly
bravely
humbly
as you would have

Vacation

Vacation

We quibbled over vanilla or chocolate
Frozen custard or hand churned
Strolled on the boardwalk

Bought matching T-shirts we’ll never wear
Ate hot dogs with everything
Sipped Slurpees that turned our tongues blue

No cares, no worries, no hurry
Until the sun slipped below the horizon
And the sky put on its pink nighty

We glanced at each other, eye to eye
And our hearts winked
You wrenched the oars of our canoe

From their locks and paddled like a robot
Back to the secluded cabin on the lake
Vacation nirvana

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Poetic Asides Wednesday Poetry Prompt

use at least three of these words – paddle, robot, custard, quibble, glance, wrench

Wait For Me!

If time would slow down

– just a little

I might be able to catch

up, to make my bed, get

the laundry done, buy some

groceries, even cook a meal

Instead I’m running

behind, late, feeling like

Alice – down the rabbit hole

into the looking glass

Always one step away from

the latest trend, slang, fashion

If time would slow down

– for just a second maybe

I wouldn’t have lost you

Moon Garden

we planted by the

light of the moon

guided by the pearly translucence

when the astronomical signs

say earth is most fertile

and results premium

ignoring the whirligig doublespeak

of scientific gurus