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Making Waves — a poem in free verse

Making Waves

Truth is something

You can’t always see.

A stone dropped

In an unconscious ocean,

A letter written

But never sent,

Pigtails mid-bounce

Caught on a jump rope.

Truth is the story told

To the sleeping child,

A shard piercing

Luminiferous ether.

Truth is in the silence between

A husband and wife.

Truth is disappointing lace.

Truth is 16 years.

Beetroot.

Coleslaw.

Tears.

Truth is a noxious gas;

Plague doctors with beak masks.

Truth circles Black holes,

It is dandelion fruits

On the air.

Truth is something you

Won’t

See

Here.

–AEW

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ADO #4 Love Bite (A Spenserian Sonnet)

ADO #4 Love Bite (A Spenserian Sonnet)

The fun of one night,

A once-in-a-lifetime love

Came in the form of a bite,

Or other actions thereof.

What of your bruise, my turtledove,

Now we have been lost to time?

It seems a little sick, sort of,

That the memory was so sublime!

That night we broke a paradigm,

Freed ourselves from reality had been.

We escaped the weak pantomime

With something some would say was sin.

The bruise is healed. It’s all gone;

But our joy from the night lives on and on.

AEW


Just Before Dawn

I anticipate the sun;

His bright red face

burning through

the dark night of

the soul.

He’ll pucker up

then blow away

Clouds,

then plant

a warm

Yellow kiss

on my belly.

Soon,

I’ll return home.

A.E.W.

[Photo courtesy Chris Frosin]


Twiku: December By Text

IMG_1035.jpgPlans made,
Plans broken,
Plans interrupted,
By text.

As you had no time
For me
I no longer
Have
Time
For you.

You started this.
I am
Ending
It.

A.E.W.


The Lightness of Being Me

Oh I was binary,

In orbit,

Slave to a celestial joy

caught up in once-upon-time,

Text lies, pizza boxes & corsets.

Knocked out by a quasar,

Sobering sense at cocktail hour,

I heard the Word that made me whole;

The Big Bang of truth in a forgotten date.

Set me free.

A.E. Wallace


Prompt #2 Write something “On The Road” 

“HEATHEN”

No regret in taking the Heartbreak Highway. I have had no end of company on this road. In the end with you, I  guess, I was just a flash of rag-tag blur as you sped by at 55mph. Perhaps you pined a little as you saw me in that proverbial rear-view mirror of yours while that plain little woman sitting next to you passed you a ham sandwich and prattled on about the wedding plans she made for you both.

And I walk on with nothing left to lose— With the Sun on my face— I squint into the thermals bluring my memory of our mad love. But these thoughts are as elusive as the sweet smell of mesquite after a desert rain.

I need coffee.


From Prompt #1: Write from your rival’s/enemy’s point of you when they see you. 

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Title: “The Light, The Heat”

I had looked forward to meeting up with Elise for coffee that morning. It had been too long. What had it been? Seven years? The anger I had for her had faded though as I had seemingly racked up success after success. I had heard she had not changed much. I eagerly waited for what she had to say to me. I saw her instantly from across the café. As I navigated around the crowded tables, I watched her seemingly scrying into her cup of coffee as she stirred in her sugar. She looked so small in the light. She looked up at me.

Long lines spread out around her eyes and down her clear, downy cheeks.  The mid-morning sun made the lines harsh. Once she had seemed strong and sturdy as mountain. But now, her middle-age showed in the light. Those carved lines betrayed her and told of the millennia of sorrow.  The arbitrary winds of change had whipped around her and eroded her into a smaller version of herself.

A waiter appeared, asked if the sun disturbed her. But he did not wait for an answer.  He drew the cord and closed her off from the harshness of the light. In that instant, when the shade came down, Elise smiled up from her coffee cup.  Her face transformed into a light of its own. Those lines disappeared. She animated the peace and good cheer of this single moment as her youth came back to her face. This was the face I had known. This was the woman that I sought to destroy. And here she was, still bold— still beautiful— still bigger than life— still immortal.

And in that moment, I felt seven years was not enough.


Poem 20.10.16

Keep submitting no matter what…

“I keep believing 

Rejection is not death.”


Haiku: Regret

Angels & devils 

Putting my soul through the lathe; 

Battles rage within. 

By A.E. Wallace 


Haiku: Rocket

Trailblazing day; 

My thoughts follow the sun’s path 

In relative haste. 

By A.E. Wallace 


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