Monthly Archives: January 2013

Time

 

Tick-tock goes the clock
Continually measuring me nonstop

From a second to a minute to an hour,
I am being multiplied to an infinite power

Amassing many years, months, and weeks
And just when you think I’m done, my cycle repeats

Tick-tock goes the clock….

 


Copyright © 2013 Andrew Hildreth

 

Wednesday Poetry Prompt: 208 (01-30-2013)
For this week’s prompt, write a forever poem. The poem could be about things that last forever, take forever, or play on the concept that nothing lasts forever. So many possibilities exist that I’m sure some poets could write on this prompt forever.
(WritersDigest.com)

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a fragile thing

 

A fragile thing

Many words said, eroding his core
All of which belittles his self-worth
Now he surrenders his own assurance
Succumbing to low self-confidence

Everything he once knew of himself
Gone
Only doubt and insecurity remains

 


Copyright © 2013 Andrew Hildreth

 

Wednesday Poetry Prompt: 207 (01-23-2013)
For this week’s prompt, write a fragile poem. That is, write a poem that’s either delicate in its construction or is about a subject that is delicate–literally or figuratively or whatever-ly. I expect this prompt to take off in several different directions.
(WritersDigest.com)


The Awakening Kiss

 

Her blonde hair fell straight, framing her delicate face.

Her eyes, soft and blue, held me still as she came into view.

As my heart flipped over and over,

I grew anxious as she drew closer.

 

Her eyes were locked-in.

My mind was rocking.

Her body was stalking.

My eyes were gawking.

 

Her approached slowed, as she moved in close.

Her smile was warm as it caused my insides to storm.

Without a sound or utter of word,

She came up to me, her breath was all I heard.

 

Her purpose was flawless.

My body was nervous.

Her presence was gorgeous.

My mind was thoughtless.

 

What she did next, caught me totally off-guard,

She pressed her lips against mine, firm but not too hard.

 

Her lips were soft and wet, a remembrance I will never forget,

Time stood still in those moments our mouths intimately met.

 

When she stepped back, I guided her back under,

One kiss was not enough, I had to have another.

 

The second was even sweeter than the first,

Something I didn’t think was possible,

Then I awoke from my sleep and realized:

The kiss was just that volatile.

 

As the minutes continued counting,

I lay in bed, confounding,

My mind vividly recounting,

A kiss that was so astounding.

 

Even now as I think of this dream, my heart starts pounding.

I wonder if I will ever experience this awake…

I’m wishful, but still doubting.


Copyright © 2013 Andrew Hildreth


The Confrontation

 

The slap across his face leaves his ears ringing, his cheek stinging.

How could you? Her voice coarse, her heart worse.

He stands as stone, his memory tracing, mind racing.

She stands in disbelief, vision blurring, emotions stirring.

His eyes grow distant, his heart hardening, excuses starting.

 

The Mistress appears, her arrogance flowing, cleavage showing,

offering excuses for the Husband’s adulterous goings.

You conniving whore! Her anger calling, her fists balling.

 

As the Mistress speaks…

The Wife’s fury peaks…

The Husband freaks…

The Wife’s body leaps…

 

The punch to her jaw left her body limp, her eyes dipped.

The Wife stands over the Mistress, smiling a bit… Take that, bitch!

The Husband steps to her defense, lacking any common sense:

Thinking he can weasel his way out with some futile penance.

 

You cheating bastard! Her teeth grinding, her jaw tightening.

Back he shrinks, he can’t think.

As he is ripped to shreds, his ego sinks.

 

The Husband’s lies left no room for compromise…

The Mistress’s demise: a right cross catching her by surprise…

The Wife is riding a high, her actions justified….

 

Now, she dries her eyes as the hurt subsides.

She sheds the disguise of her Husband’s bride,

takes determined strides against the swelling tides.

 

As her marriage divides and resolution shows outside,

she’s left to assemble the tattered pieces broken inside.

 

In the mirror, she sighs…

Denies the lies…

And applies the advice:

You are much better than the situation implies

 

And…

 

With patience and time, her spirits will rise.

She will take to the skies as she starts to realize:

 

That she is…

And will always be…

 

A treasured prize.

 


Copyright © 2013 Andrew Hildreth