Day 30: Calling it a day

Ending Haiku

Ending this poem
a day challenge with haiku;
Calling it a day.

-A. Ault-

Day 29: Magical Poem

Tarot Reader

A Celtic Cross upon the table
a card for every grace
Her hands turn them, one by one
Answers I am to face

The Fool begins, a youthful card
a sharp look in her eye towards me
A boat with swords and a riverman
I wonder what she sees

Her wheezing breath brushes my face
Not foul, but sage and thyme
As the Queen of Cups faces me
I wonder if she hears my mind

At long last, the final card
The Lovers, and Do I see?
she asks, voiceless, but I can hear
Blue eyes, and then I leave.

-A. Ault-

Day 28: Settled Poem

Settled

Fresh white paint, new sign, four blue letters
  New shutters, new dog, new baby
    Years stacking, seamlessly, one inside the other
      Fingers worn 'round, silver and gold, sometimes shine
        Dreams of lists, always another, don't forget your lunch
          No time but memories, movies, anniversaries
            Adventures are small, on discs, online
               Settled, the goal, settled the life
          ---  
But this pen cannot settle
   it rattles on this page
      this heart is still beating
         for dreams you don't shape
           this mind cannot forget
              its promise to itself
                 these feet wander farther
                    than the path of someone else.



-A. Ault-

Day 27: Monster Poem

Dragons

Shiny scales as hard as stone
A tail like a leathered whip
Wings to scale the mountains high
Eyes of fire, quick as wit

A dragon's claws to pierce the heart
through armor, golden or steel
Flames to melt bone and flesh
A mind that knows to kill

What sulfur scent will descend
a terror spreading wide
Or a graceful dance of mind and wing
When it finds another of its kind

-A. Ault-

Day 26: Water

What Are We?

What are we, but water
     intersecting with air
          a vessel for the falling rain
               fluid through the storm.

We are the mediation
     of two tyrants of this Earth
          where else such forces coexist
               but in the human form.


-A. Ault-

Day 25: Last Straw

Recycle your heart
each day, and never will there
be a final straw

-A. Ault-

Day 24: Tell it to the Blank

Tell it to the Wind

Tell it to the wind
your messenger it will be
flying towards my address
delivering, gently

Tell it to the breeze
be not offended if it laughs
it is a youthful, joyous thing
but your words it will pass

Tell it to the gale
with the force of unending storm
your heart will send o'er earth
and stop at nothing 'til it's home

Tell it to the silence
it will listen, I will speak
in the waves of quiet stillness
our minds will fully meet.

-A. Ault-

Day 23: Location Poem

Location Services

[Dreamworld Heights, Indiana]
"What, do they make dreams there?"
          "No, but they'll sell 'em,
           in six-packs."


-A. Ault-

Day 22: Optimistic or Pessimistic

The Cynical Optimist

People will be people
I say it all the time
The motto that I'm living by,
walking a narrow line

Call it being cynical
it is a point of view
but don't forget the optimism
I'll believe as long as you

-A. Ault-

Day 21: Back to Basics

Moon, my Sun.

There was a whisper
and a sky
and it spoke, wholly
When it was night
but awake
the sun no one's
memory

There was a voice
and my heart
and nothing but blood
When my lungs
were listening
and the voice was
speaking

There was a time
all was one
and our beats
breathed at once
When the thought
was a whisper
and a voice
my sun.

-A. Ault-

Day 20: Family

Family
I find
wherever I go.
When I'm far away
It's never
from home.

-A. Ault-

Day 19: Color

Often have I wondered,
what is it in a color
that captures me, draws me?

Is there a genetic disposition
to explain my transfixion
of that blue, dark blue?

Or has my mind decided
based on environment
my hue, navy blue?

I know no explanation.
Perhaps  it's my imagination
my color is blue, always blue.

-A. Ault-

Day 18: Weather

A Sunny Day

A sunny day
one finally warm
Eventually
we tumble out of doors
to walk
to read
Eventually
we stop to enjoy
the sun
the breeze

Before the sun
 is too hot
before the rain
comes again
before the colors
recede
and we barricade
ourselves in.

-A. Ault-

Day 17: Pop Culture

Trivial Pursuit

You didn't know the answer
to the world's easiest question
because you don't partake
in its pop culture obsession.

-A. Ault-

Day 16: Elegy

Elegy of Youth

There is my youth
slipping quickly
goodbye, I say
standing soundlessly.
You were never
but a passing
while this future
I was asking
There was my youth,
goodbye.

-A. Ault-

Day 15: Prompt: Love

Love Poem

Once I ran to poetry
to express my love
or express the many
loves lost
unrequited
or forgotten


Now I hide my love
it’s no longer poetry
simply it is
multiplies
ebbs, flows
wordlessly

-A. Ault-

Day 14: Prompt: If I Were....

If I Were Only

If I were only to hunker down
put this butt in chair,
I'm sure these poetic
words would flow
I'm sure I'd find them there.

But I am a balking, stubborn one
and that time I do not take.
Instead I waste it all online
or eating, or watching air.

If I could simply
commit to sit
this easy, little step
I'd have written
a novel piece
instead I just have this.

-A. Ault-

Day 13: Prompt: Animal

Cleaning Paws

"Oh, what is this?"
said the mother cat
to the kit who washed
her toes.

"You cannot be
a prissy girl
if you hunt in gardens,
groves."

Licks. "But mother,"
said the little kit,
"no huntress life
for me."

"For I have found
a human friend,
and a house cat I
will be!"

-A. Ault-

Day 12: Prompt: City

City Speak

Ideas thrive
as the city breathes.
Thoughts have windows,
words have speed.

-A. Ault-

Day 11: Prompt: Statement as title

Patience is a Virtue

What do we know of why we wait
and our perceptions of time
It is a strange consequence
of our nervous minds

Quickly our impulses overwhelm
no time to concentrate
there is a difference in the mind
as our thoughts precipitate

But if our minds can impart,
affect some string of time
Could the waiting but in fact
slacken the casting line?

Or does the waiting help to ferment
the seeds ahead we threw
Cause, effect, or happenstance?
The struggle of our worm-eyed view

-A. Ault-