Caught up in the great “I don’t know,”
my mind refused to learn
Moving into the “Maybe so,”
my thoughts began to turn
Morphing through each “To and fro,”
the options marked my days
Spreading what was “Mine to sow”
—epiphany relayed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)
M-essages
A-re
R-elayed
I-n
E-xcellent
L-ine's
G-reetings
A-s
L-etters
L-et
A-ll
R-egards
D-enote
O-penness
Topic: Birthday of Mariel Gallardo (February 02)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
M-essage
A-s
R-elayed
I-s
A-iming
T-o
E-xpress
R-egards
E-ighteenth
S-unny
A-ugust
A-s
R-ays
C-learly
E-rase
G-ray
A-tmosphere
Topic: Birthday of Maria Teresa G. Arcega (August 18)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Picture a baby's subtle smile;
or a feather tickling your cheek.
And that first time you ran a mile:
heard the laughs of a chuckling creek.
Feel the heartbreak of solitude:
or the weight of a single tear.
Face a degrading platitude,
or paralyzing bouts of fear.
Envision a golden sunrise
glinting off the wings of a dove.
And that spark in an infant's eyes;
or memories of your first love.
Watch as Luna's celestial light
gilds the mountaintops capped in snow.
And the twinkling stars pierce the night;
or a rising tide, ebb, and flow.
What caused your heart to break or melt
among the emotions conveyed?
Now, pen to paper, how it felt:
that's how poetry gets relayed.
I'm thinking after talking
to a dear friend about the death,
call it a passing, of his father,
about channels of communication,
of sorrow and too, channels of joy.
All the messages lining the county,
the state, a nation, even globe
like a satin-sheen of supple cloth
inside of the casket and the cradle
All the "comings-and-goings"
as it might be said, of the family
"Did you hear that so-and-so passed"
or "I heard that they finally were
able to conceive and bear a child"
And times past, there were ponies and
postcards, and copper keys clicking,
and Alexander's operators plugging
us into our loved family and friends
And now, wirelessly, we blog
and update our homepage with
photos and tears of joy and sorrow
click here for an update,
click here to touch me now.
Still, your voice comes through
all the Dolbied hardware
attached to my head and I can
feel the emotion in your heart but,
virtual hugs are not yet, like real
© Goode Guy 2012-02-27
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