NaPoWriMo # 24 LETHAL ELEGANCE

LETHAL ELEGANCE

He sits there on the sill
waiting to make a kill
still thinking of the thrill
that will bring him
new life.

He watches and he waits
for some thing to take the bait
hating that his fate
on this date may
bring strife.

He struts, he coos
oozing pure elegance
visage of defiance.
He will roam, combing
the greenery for some
bit of scenery that moves ...
his clue to strike.

Strike he does ...
And there, in the back
viewing his rapid attack
waits the lady in black
there is never a lack in her life
of lethal elegance.

mebw
© 4/24/13

SIRENS IN THE NIGHT

SIRENS IN THE NIGHT

Dark sky and swirling cloud
... thunder rages, screams out loud
falling raindrops drench the crowd
umbrellas explode in silence.

Darkness did not come this night
when all tired souls were filled with fright
and lightning flashes ripped with hot light
across the screaming skies.

After midnight the world asleep
behind locked doors, sweet dreams to keep
suddenly shocked into a sobbing heap
with the sirens in the night.

Sirens to warn of danger near
sirens to warn, to raise the fear
sirens to wake, even the dead can hear
the sirens in the night.

mebw
© 4-18-13
for my Mom, Kay Balletto.

Haiku --- Response

amidst the anguish
terror .. tears .. broken bodies
stretches out the hand

mebw
© 4/15/13
response to Boston Marathon Bombings

NaPoWriMo #14 I NEVER MEANT TO MAKE YOU CRY

I NEVER MEANT TO MAKE YOU CRY

I don't understand
these puddles at your feet,
the streaks down your face.
Why are you running down the street?

I just took your hand,
it was time to say good-bye,
time to reach for other stars.
Did you want me to lie?

This was so unplanned,
it was only just a fling,
just a way to pass the time.
It really did not mean a thing,
to me.

But here you are with puddles,
running away from this good-bye.
Please, understand, it was just a game.
I never meant to make you cry.


mebw
© 4-14-13

NaPoWriMo 4-6 Inspiration from Bud Silvernail and Cookie Monstah

STILL FLIGHT

Locked inside myself
There is a terror that I feel.
Frantically I search the world around me;
Nothing now seems real.

But, the fear keeps hammering
A silent rhythm in my brain,
Beckoning to my timid soul,
Laughing later in disdain.

Reality flees, insanity takes hold,
Deafening drums the night.
I stay here, locked inside myself
escaping - in still flight.

mebw
© 4-6-13

FALLING IN LOVE 12/15/12

FALLING IN LOVE

Your eyes caress me.
I can feel them
As they move over every letter,
Every word,
Every space of my being,
And I gasp.

I feel your breath
flow over the page,
a warm summer breeze
to breathe life
into dormant passions.

Breathe again!
Oh, please,
Breathe again!

I cannot bear the thought
That soon you will finish,
And you will leave,
Perhaps to never return.

Will I not leave my mark on you?
Will I not captivate your heart?

I do not want you to leave,
Please, not yet.
Just stay a moment longer,
Read me,
One more time.

Michelle Balletto-Wooten
© 12/15/12

SESTINA --- DARK TIL DAWN

DARK TIL DAWN

It was dark when I heard him,
A quiet, distant, rustling at the door.
Though the night was velvet, I did panic -
Strange night noises leave me gasping for breath.
Blinded and disoriented I crept
Along the walls, hoping to see him now.

I will wait for daylight now
As the darkness lingers I can't see him.
Deep into the shadows I think he's crept,
Hiding from the light 'til he finds the door
To freedom. He'll have to wait, hold his breath
While the air gets heavy. I can't panic.

There's never time to panic
Unless I give myself the freedom now
To feel anxiety in every breath.
The darkness keeps lurking; I can't find him.
Even though I look through the open door
I cannot see the place where he once crept.

There! I saw, watched as he crept
Between shadows and light. I saw panic
As suddenly he bolted for the door,
Agitated - running for darkness now.
There's no doubt, though, light surely will find him.
As the dawn breaks, he cannot catch his breath.

Silently, I hold my breath.
I am tired, watching as the dawn has crept
Across the sky. And soon it will touch him.
What wintry thoughts will cross his mind? Panic
Is not natural; it is what he now
Has. Again I wait, gazing through the door

Into the dawn. A new door
Will soon open, we both will catch our breath
And breathing, we will find our future now
Is present, that in the waiting it crept
Upon us - wanting, willing, our panic ...
Contemplating this future, I watch him

Moving through the door, dawn's light catches him -
He's holding his breath, holding his panic.
There's nothing now, night into day has crept.


mebw
© 4-3-13

NAPOWRIMO #3 WIND

NAPOWRIMO # 3

WIND

Dust and leaves swirl through the door
Nasty mess upon the floor.

Someone else will have to clean
I am caught here, in between

What I must do and what I want ...
To run and play I'd like to flaunt.

So wind, take your silly self away!
I refuse to clean, today.


mebw
© 4/3/13