post-a-poem, april four

you bring me
stories of school age casualties
bearing badges of bright
new friendships made
enemy territory invaded
and evaded
battles won and lost
in a twenty minute recess
backs patted in a game well played

i sit and take in
your eager smile
and earnest tears
you encompass all of my love
i force your exuberance
to drive away my fears

and you let me
with a smile and a grin...


post-a-poem, april two {overheard}

"i have to practice the clarinet"
her eyes sliding toward the door
he shrugs impassively
never admitting he wants more

{the yellow balloon
in her hand
is translucent in it's girth}

she never questions his loyalty
only passes him
receipt of what she's worth

he accepts the scraps,
paper and pulp...
his eyes slide to the door
he's only agreed to
pass the time,
he's never agreed to more.

the prompt was from readwritepoem...
to take something overheard and put it into a poem...