The cloud swallowed up his plane,
As she said a little prayer.
“Soon,” he had said at the last,
“Soon our new life will begin.”
Seven days after, it came;
The notepaper edged in black.
“I regret to inform you…….”
What Happened After poetry contest
Sponsor - Nette Onclaud
18/07/25
A SONNET IN THE WIND - NW
“Tell me how you love me,” she begged him,
As they walked beneath the harvest moon.
But, as usual, he got tongue-tied.
He was not very good with words.
“Tell me in a sonnet then,” she suggested,
“Written on scented notepaper.”
Each day she waited at the gate
To catch the postman on his round.
Each day the postman touched his cap,
Bidding her good morning as he passed.
Then, on day four, a windy day,
She spotted on the breeze
A sheet of paper, just too high to reach.
Perhaps he was romantic after all.
Joyfully she followed it
Down the street, through the wrought iron gate
And into the tree-lined park.
Sheltered by the trees, the wind dropped
And the note came circling gently to the ground.
Eagerly she pounced on it
And read the legend written there.
“Two pints of milk, one loaf of bread,
Butter, Sugar, strawberry jam.”
Fourteen items, listed one-by-one.
She was not impressed with the sonnet.
The syllable count was entirely wrong.
26th October 2022
A Note in the Wind poetry contest
Sponsor - Charles Messina
Let the yesterday buried in the past
Envisioning a future powerful cast
Taking the bridle of your life in your hands
Telling to the world that mind overexpands
Initiating a dramatic transformation
Nobody can stop the eminent evolution
Getting the necessary information
Gathering new thoughts collection
Overcoming imposed limitation
Listen to your heart and dance
Beat dictated as whisper
Grabbing tightly the one chance
Life presents with notepaper
Release the past life
Shape an amazing future
Throwing the burdens
For Letting Go Three Form Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Laura Loo
Second Place
4-9-2016
Laura Contest
Latin for “Laurel” was a tall, strong tree,
Queens crowned with such honor and victory,
Poet Petrarch in love with the beauty,
Beloved Laura, fourteenth century.
So many years, nothing but love for her,
Laura was his soulmate, truth to be heard,
For he wrote her sonnets on notepaper,
Longing to prove he was her heart keeper.
When someone asks what Laura really means,
Strong roots supporting my great Laurel tree,
Blossoming, blooming all colors of green,
Swaying in the breeze so sturdy and free.
Even though my middle name is Marie,
Queens crowned with my branches in victory.
Written By: Laura Urbaniak
Date: November 20, 2015
I made a paper airplane
From the paper heart
You made me.
But it took off
And flew away on it's own--
Make it again.
I wove a paper chain
For the paper doll
You made me.
But she broke the chain
And hopped the next breeze out of town--
Make it again.
I found a paper-trail
For the paper-clip
You made me.
But it snapped in two
And the paper-trail lost all control--
Make it again.
For all your paper-cuts
And all my paper-work
Our relationship--
On paper--
Seems pretty...paper-thin.
But then again,
Looking through the shreds
Of our notepaper love
I see, in between the lines,
The truth of my paper rhymes:
You made me.
Make me again.
Chicory and parsley soup
smoked streaky bacon
devilled prawn notepaper bread
sweet sandwich granache
buttermilk snow with
pink rhubarb
Drool !
This old man begs me for a quarter
Instead I give him 12 dollars, all I've got
I know he'll go and blow it on booze
But it's alright
Life is sad
"This is what the inside of my head looks like"
She rips a sheet of notepaper from her journal
Crumples it into a ball and throws it in the trash
And she laughs
Life is sad
Cynics surrounding me
Pessimists right on the outside
I thought all they knew was skewed
I cup my ears to block them out
And I'm screaming,
"Life isn't that bad!"
Life is sad
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