each new raindrop
pale sunrise
glimmering firefly
contains a brand new song
a dance
I can not bear to miss

she kept flying
and dreaming and living and believing
having confidence in the present 
and hope for the future

at first she did it 
because no one had told yet that she couldn't
but in time
she continued to do it 
because everyone told her it was impossible

PAD 16: the impossible

You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, 'I have lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.' You must do the thing you think you cannot do.
~ Eleanor Roosevelt

the tomato vine grew thick and strong
its felt stem pressing into the cedar fence
that held it so securely.
a hand reached for a promising ripe fruit
palming its dense sunwarmed flesh.
with a twist the orb snapped from the vine
revealing it's hidden sin.
an infestation of sweet seeking ants
tumbled out of a split in its flesh,
an infestation hidden to the casual eye.
with a breath of disappointment
the vegetation was slung beyond the fence.
lips pressed together the gardener moved on
knowing
there would be a harvest in time.

PAD 15: infestation poem 
(& the disappointment of expectations unmet /aka/  there is a certain beauty in the empty glass)

waking early
before dawn
legs stretching, tendons reaching, lungs seeking
she set out
on a journey to the end
13.1 miles
she breathed with
every step
and inch by inch
that monster
was overcome

PAD 13: monster (and my 1/2 marathon race)

Parched dry lips
cry out against this
dusty landscape.
Aching, empty, yearning; I
thirst for you.

Rushing waterfall,
immersing, permeating, saturating
my soul.
Revived, I will drink
endlessly from your well.

PAD 13: comparison poem

Waiting forever
to love you
completely.
~
Completely you love,
forever waiting.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
threads sewed dreams together
waiting eternity
~
eternity waiting together
dreams
sewed threads


PAD 12: palindromes at dVerse

challenging, yet strangely addicting

He rose early to rehearse his plan,
sharpen his tools,
visualize each move
and every necessary response.

After a long and exacting hunt
his careful positioning
and steady endurance paid off

As he paused now, his game leveled,
the trophy laid out before him,
he stepped back in triumphant pride.

Never noting the gleam in her eye,
the smile that played across her lips,
nor the snare now encircling his leg.

PAD 9: hunter/hunted an angled poem 
For more angles, head over to dVerse poets pub!