RV Poetry

Hopelessness Unveiled

She sits alone
another dawn passed
another night approaching.

She no longer knows how to reach out
for her past attempts were rejected so often
her heart booted out
any hope for success.

He sits alone
another dawn passed
another night approaching.

He no longer knows how to reach out
for he never learned how
and those that reached for him met their demise
as did his hope.

But does not hope for them
lie now
with you and I?

MeeAugraphie
07/17/09

Time, it was, for poetry, for a reminder that we can make a difference to human beings around us by mere contact. And yes, it was as much a reminder to me, as to all of you. So easy for us to get involved in our own world.

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Hide ‘n Seek

Rv fulltime
take your house
have fun

RV fulltime
take your house
and run

RV fulltime
a game of
hide ‘n seek

I want to
play along
seek t’ hide

Marcia McLees Bogaert
04/08/09

I read so many RVer blogs that speak of fun; that is their reason for blogging, to share the fun of the lifestyle, the interesting places they have traveled. As life is full of ups and downs, no matter life style or perceived success, I am sure there are others out there who combine that fun with run, whether from uncaring relatives, friends long gone, burnout, lifestyle unmet, relationships unsealed. That is what inspired this poem.

And then, there are those who are not running from, but to, another joy of life; a poem as yet unwritten – by me.

I’d even bet some ran from, then found it more fun to run to. Either way, the joy in travel, in discovery along the way can be fun. Win win, if you were to ask me. But don’t, bother:

• I am still Washington bound and Florida tied.

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One
Two
Three Four Five

Today I’m glad to be alive.

Six
Seven
Eight Nine Ten

Tomorrow I hope to be again!

MeeAugraphie
04/04/09

Numbers are running amuck in my head today, I woke up, told myself after yesterday’s serious poem, I wanted to be a bit more humorous. A number poem about a piñta formed – before I was even out of bed – so I typed it on my iPhone and emailed it to post later. You know it is short if I had to type it that way! The Chronicles of Sammy, One.

And, after writing a fun poem from the point of view of a “dog with attitude” in response to Poetic Aside’s animal prompt after coffee, the numbers shoved their way back into my head. (This is National Poetry Month, and poets, and even non-poets, are taking advantage of any excuse to write!)

So, let my quick poem stand as my Only the Good Friday post. (Yes, I know I am late again!) For you see Shelly’s meme is about writing about good, and not being snarky, at least, one day a week. Being grateful is good. Plus:

• I allowed myself to start my day being who I am – and who I choose to be: a poet who writes primarily in rough draft.
• The rest of the day, I am going to be a responsible adult and do what needs be done!

I won’t tell you it is already lunch time…

If you merely forgot to write about good yesterday or just need to hear it today, click on the button below, join in, or just read Shelly’s, then follow her links to other “Only the Good” posters! Smiles will rule the world!

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Christmas Tree March

Darkness fell early
as sky caved in,
the weight of consumerism
too much
that Christmas Eve.

Candles flickered,
then faltered
as stacks of
useless presents,
carelessly tossed beneath
well manicured trees,
sent numbed air
to suffocate their flame.

Electricity shut down
– to rest –
it would need
energy tomorrow
as trillions of kilowatts
surged a maze of lines
to feed toys, stoves,
TVs, and stereos.

Children whimpered,
used to bright lights
reflecting arms filled
with florescent packages
and sugar rushes.

Adults panicked
at thoughts of containing
chaos that would surely ensue
in the blackness of night
without light.

Four hours passed
and light flooded
earth:

Twelve chimes
followed by a stately
march of Christmas Trees,
each one proudly strutting
their color, but when seen from afar
they became a florescent rainbow.

Parents woke their children
Children grabbed their pets and dolls
to watch a march so rare
consumerism was forgotten

for the moment.

MeeAugraphie
11/28/07

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Visit Writers Island to see how other writers react to the prompt, The Season.

Originally published in Tumbled Words exactly one year ago today.

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