Spirit of the Boardwalk (OctPoWriMo Day 17)

A message written in the sand should always wash away

Always wash away

Always wash away.

A message written in the sand should always wash away

Now what shall I do?

The memories of my childhood are floating in the sea

Floating in the sea

They drift away from me.

The memories of my childhood are floating in the sea

Now what shall I do?

Ferris wheels and roller-coasters sinking in the waves

They’re sinking in the waves.

They could not be saved.

Never thought the boardwalk would be sinking in the waves.

Now what shall I do?

A Sandy message on the beach should always wash away

Always wash away.

I guess another day.

A Sandy message on the beach should always wash away.

Now what shall I do?

Cheryl L. Crockett  November 3, 2012

Time in my pocket (OctPoWriMo Day 18)

When I tried to put time in my pocket

It oxidized and then “poof” disappeared.

I put more in a bag and zip-locked it.

Returning, I saw the contents were cleared.

What happens to time that I try to save?

Eluding my grasp as hard as I try.

Why does it sneak up and make me its slave

But then leave me without saying “good-bye”?

See my distress; I have had no success.

May I please just keep some time for later?

I have to confess: I would be so blessed.

You may call me a procrastinator.

By Cheryl Crockett   November 2, 2012
OctPoWriMo Day 18

It's not about the questions (OctPoWriMo Day 2)

The questions I don’t want

to answer are harsh

yellow lights

at the crossroads

of my destiny

blinking silently

reflecting

in the curtained windows

of buildings

in my periphery.

I take out my book

and read a poem

but it doesn’t help.

The questions I refuse

to write on a page

are the skin-crawling

scratches of indelible

chalk in an invisible

hand of a patient

instructor behind

a locked door

at 3:01 p.m.

…as I pretend to

have finished more than

two of the assigned chapters.

Writing my questions

is a little too much.

Once they are

“out there” where

others might see,

some well-meaning

person might

offer assistance…

Can’t he see me

studying my encyclopedia?

these questions that 

I choose to 

keep to myself

are small flocks of

starlings before

autumn flight

casting silver

reflections, I think

they are key to the

answers I fear

and from which

I flee.

Cheryl Crockett November 2, 2012

OctPoWriMo Day 2 (one month later)

Beginner’s Limerick (OctPoWriMo Day 1)

I am a beginner, it's true...

Excited for all I will do.

    I get a great start

    Then things fall apart.

'Cause my problem's poor follow-through.

Cheryl Crockett  November 2, 2012

OctPoWriMo  Day 1