It Tickles Me
By, Fawn P.
September 6th, 2026
Stars dance,
They touch and hold,
They feel, and grab,
They watch the koi fish swim,
The moon is my anchor,
As i swim in the deep,
It’s lights my only guide,
warm yet empty,
It’s grip strong yet, gentle,
Guiding my tail it propels me,
I turn to the wind,
I lean to the smell,
Dust and wax,
Tickle my nose and tongue,
When the songs are soft,
and the world is dimmed,
I lean to the world,
To guide my movements,
Puppet, dolly,toy
Stringed and tied marionette
I’m not part of this
This is a 'decima' poem. A décima poem is a ten-line stanza of poetry, often with a specific rhyme scheme (ABBAACCDDC) and typically featuring eight syllables per line. It can cover a variety of themes, including philosophical, humorous, and political topics, and is popular in Latin America and Spain. (Source: wikipedia.org)
we part where memory leans slow
against the edge of what we were;
your voice remains, a quiet blur
that softens in twilight’s red glow.
I carry what I still can know~
a warmth that time cannot erase,
a trace of love in empty space,
a turning where the heart must bend,
a pause that marks the story’s end,
yet leaves its sweetness in its place.
I brush my pen to hone,
Knowing the time I spent for you would never be alone.
For him I cherish, not the bond we embellish,
Where my sin once found it sweet,
Let my poem heal for you to repeat.
Suffering the wrath of my walls,
Shielding me in your arms,
Holding me tight as you poured out your soul,
Shrinking the sand that slips through your palms.
Avoiding the love that you once found,
Thankful for this day as time goes by,
Waving to the love I lost, we say our goodbyes.
Nothing left to change, no excuses to turn the page.
The sunset was beautiful
because it happened
not because it was permanent
I do not resent the sunset
for it has left my sky
I do not resent the stars
as they shine too bright
You were a chapter
A place I called home
A melody I learned to love
A smile I know by heart
I hope someday
you don’t run away
when the sun starts to set
and the night creeps in
I hope you will not
rely on a temporary sunset
to provide you joy
for the rest of your life
I hope someday
someone sits beside you
under a sky painted red
and breaks the walls
you worked so hard to build
I hope she sees the parts
you were afraid to show
I hope she understands you
the way I never could
I hope you laugh more
I hope you smile more
I hope you trust more
I hope you live more
I hope you love more
and I hope I can too.
BITTERSWEET (A PARADELLE FOR AUTUMN)
Gone is the bird song that once filled the sky
Gone is the bird song that once filled the sky
Now the wind moans low like lovers in need
Now the wind moans low like lovers in need
In need like a lover, that once filled the sky
Gone is the bird now like a low moan of wind
We have gleaned from the earth its bountiful fruit
We have gleaned from the earth its bountiful fruit
The fields are empty, the harvest is in
The fields are empty, the harvest is in
In the harvest gleaned of its bountiful fruit
From the earth we have empty fields
The leaves are beautiful in their dying
The leaves are beautiful in their dying
This is the swan song of earth
This is the swan song of earth
In their swan song dying
the leaves of earth are beautiful
The sky we have gleaned, empty as bird song
fields the leaves beautifully, in the harvest
dying, bountiful fruit gone, once
of earth in need like a lover’s swan song
filled by the low moans of wind
The soft burden of your kiss, it’s a bliss
Bittersweet aftertaste, still it stays
Frozen faces of us, smiling masks
Stuck in time with our glasses of wine
Picture fades - but somehow it remains..
Sunsets remind me of you..
Summer memories are all I have left.
They're magical yet somewhat bittersweet.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2026
Dark flame,
Red light.
Deep bite,
Wild fright.
Small vice,
Cold ice.
Hard price,
Sweet dice.
Brief high,
Low sigh.
Fast fly,
Long cry.
Lost shame,
Wild claim.
Deep aim,
Soft blame.
We are grateful as we begin a new adventure…
for feeling bittersweet….
It’s a feeling we won’t forget…
because it means in all our old adventures
we have loved the different experiences we have had
and all the people we have met.
Above green fields cane arrows rise,
A host of plumes against blue skies.
As they bloom they bring new life,
Yet echo times of toil and strife.
The arrows proudly lift their heads,
Where generations’ feet have tread.
Growing here is bitter-sweet,
As memory and landscape meet.
With every wave, with every sway,
They whisper tales of yesterday.
Of all that was, and yet may be,
A fleeting hymn to history.
POETRY IS IN THE HOUSE: Title - Attic
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Date: 07-Nov-2025
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Dark room - cobwebs around,
Old broken treasures stored --
Memories dwelled, hopes found.
Eons since time left here,
Laughters rang, scents lingered,
Past and future - now bound.
BITTERSWEET
Ants sweetly eating,
Hungry anteater watching:
Bitterness coming:-
Bittersweet reminiscings buried in sand
Summer beaches of my youth long gone
~ new memories in the forecast
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Goodbye cuts the air
with an odd, misshapen lance-
too sharp to swallow
it lingers on ragged breath
it's aftertaste scalds the soul
It feeds like a beast
clawing at the heart's locked gate
demanding more tears
its anger never subsides
its hunger never sated
Yet inside the wound
a new dawn begins to break
away from parting
sweetening bitter sorrows
with a palatable sauce
Goodbye has a seed,
to be cast in barren fields
fragile and daring
when given a chance to grow
now the stubble has been cleared
Kneading the old clay,
we shape what remains behind,
sculpting mementos
into what can not be done
before the goodbyes are said
Each farewell when made
to echo in memories,
fierce, bitter, and sad
can welcome what's to follow
by seeing sorrow as sweet
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