December 6, 2022


Slowing as the school bus in front of me arrives to a flock of parents and children on the sidewalk. As we come to a stop I wonder why the parents are present. This was not the way of my bus riding days. We were unsupervised flocks. No adults in our brood. Under watchful eyes, children embark, sliding into vinyl seats as parents wave to them from their concrete perches. Children wave back through smears and smudges. As the bus driver releases the brakes and turns off the flashing reds a dad in Adidas sweatpants plays rock-paper-scissors with his son through the smears and smudges. Through my own smudged windshield I see only one side of this game. Dad loses with the biggest smile. Maybe this is the reason why parents wait with their kids.

This is an example of a Prose Poem which acts like a poem but is in a format that looks like a paragraph and is created with sentences rather than lines. Confused?

October 4

Pale freckled skin, keeps organs in

Protects me from the sun

All this flecking, requires checking

To the doctors I run


In cotton gown, I wait around

For examination

New magazines, computer screens

Office decoration


Skin is assessed, concerns addressed

At my age my spots change

Scanning processed, I can get dressed

We talk short range, long range


Have the “all clear”, return next year

Keep wearing the sunscreen

New spots appear, please have no fear

We’ll do the same routine


(A Triquatrain Poem)

September 19

6 Poems 1 Picture


What did we do while waiting

Time once spent ruminating

Now cell phones are dictating


(An Englyn Poem)


Eyes lowered, sneakers tapping, chairs creaking

Speaking is not what we do

Waiting to be called by you


(An Englyn Penfyr Poem)


I will risk a shrunken face

Just to get out of the place

Like the movie Beetlejuice

To vamoose to a new space.


(A Englyn Cyrch Poem)


This large number I have found

Now has me waiting around

Until the magical sound

Of my name fills the compound


(An Englyn Lleddfbroest Poem)


Proximity to the door

Will not reduce my time here

Almost more than I can bear

My number is close I’m sure


(An Englyn Proest Dalgron Poem)


It’s fine – don’t call my name yet

So I can get out of here

I am strangely thrilled to get

Time to finish this chapter


(An Englyn Proest Gadwynog Poem)