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Caution Failed

A Tanka Poem

No one’s home TV time cold soda snacks
we were getting away with something
leaving early in the night to not push our luck caution failed
nosy neighbor needed us to see him see us even in the dark
our pallor hidden, we played it off feigning a cheery “Good night!”

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

This poem is for the napowrimo prompt #7, love, funny side up. Visit the post to see the details of this prompt.

Shapes Matter

A lovely face does not a relationship make.
But, in the equation of weighing whether
to remain a couple or separate,
there are some shapes that matter.

For example, there are
the shapes his mouth makes
when he says my name.
The soft arch his hand makes
when it covers mine at a dinner table.
The twist of my arm with his
as we watch movies together.
The bend of his arm wrapped
warmly around my waist
drawing me affectionately to him
as we walk wherever.
The way his eyes almost close
when he laughs out loud with me.

The sturdiness of his squared shoulder
when I need one to lean on
is a great gift in deed. And then
there’s my favorite, the way his smile
forms a mesmerizing crescent when
he appreciates some little extra thing
I’ve done.

These are the shapes that matter to me
the ones that entreat me
to stay and work in a relationship
instead of walking away from it.

©2009 Shari Lynne Smothers

Prompt: Write a poem involving shape (or multiple shapes). You can make the shape the title of your poem, or you can work the shapes into the actual poem in some way. For Day 27 of the 2009 November PAD Chapbook Challenge, from Poetic Asides

Sound Decision

Somewhere we lose sensitivity to loud music
or someone says it’s time to get over it.
At parties in high school the DJ blares music
as if the goal is to sabotage your game.

No way can you hear
the person your dancing with
so no point in trying to
talk inside the room.

Or maybe that’s the point,
to get you outside alone
together under the pretext
you’ve important things to say.

But then, stepping outside
finds you among other couples
with equally important things
to share with each other.

Oddly the silence is so loud
until your every breath shatters it,
carried out to others around
and your words thunder toward them.

The sonorous crossroads present
the choices between the decibels topping
well over one hundred forty
or the resounding silence
that resonates every word, every sound.

And as you stand outside
gazing in your date’s eyes
you’re serenaded by the sounds
of kissing so loudly in the bloody silence
until you blush with embarrassment.

Finally it’s nearing midnight.
The couples separate their lips and bodies,
trickle back inside, teasing and cavorting
in raucous self-congratulations.

Your parents will arrive soon
to collect you. And so you’re spared
the dramatic decision of where to be.
Dad says be waiting for me;
that has to mean outside.

If you’re going to say anything,
you better make it quick.

No. There will be time enough to say stuff,
better occasions with no noises sabotaging
when you can be assured only
the ears meant for your message can hear it.

©2009 Shari Lynne Smothers

Prompt: Write a poem filled with noise. Day 23 of the 2009 November PAD Chapbook Challenge, at Poetry Asides with Robert Lee Brewer

Writing Lines

HandWritingWhat’s inside the lines
of great love stories?

Never mind the embellishments
to keep people’s attentions;
at the core, in the cracks
between the punctuations
lives the hearts of
writers who lived
what inspired them.

The heart wants
what the heart wants
for reasons
that reason cannot
understand;

profoundly states
unreasoned affinity
shared between
ill-suited couples.

I can contribute
a little I think
since I know
a thing or two
about the unrequited
relentlessly enamored
heart.

My best line came
when asked
why not hate him
at least
stop loving him.
I had to confess
“I tried; but it’s the only thing
my heart understands
to do to him.”

©2009 Shari Lynne Smothers

Prompt: Write a poem involving lines. This is my poem for Day 14 of the 2009 November PAD Chapbook Challenge.