Category Archives: Poetry

Creative Juice #271

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Creative Juice #271

Writing tips and other good stuff.

Creative Juice #269

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Creative Juice #269

It’s the weekend, baby! (A former college boyfriend used to tell me this every Friday afternoon.)

OctPoWriMo2021 Day 31 and Update

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Today’s prompt is Goodbye, train.

train
train wreck 

low-speed train
fading in the distance
chugging off to points unknown
taking away my last opportunity for love

leaving me alone on the platform
staring at the vacant tracks

I thought that when he left I’d feel sadder

though my heart registers loss
it’s the loss of a dream
more than the loss of him

we had potential together
but he said I was holding him back
I guess we wanted different things
no, not exactly
I wanted to love him
and he already loved him(self)
no love left to send my way

maybe he will find what he’s looking for
what am I looking for
why am I standing here

our relationship was a train wreck

©ARHuelsenbeck

My intention for the month of October was to participate in two different challenges on alternating days: OctPoWriMo by writing a poem on odd-numbered days, and Octangling by drawing a zentangle design on the even-numbered days. I hoped I’d get 14 of each done.

I got mixed up and worked on the wrong challenge on some days, but I did manage to write 16 poems, and I drew 14 zentangle designs. I participated in one challenge or the other for 30 out of 31 days, probably my best October ever.

My most-liked poems this month were “Sonoran Desert, October” and “Retirement.” Have you read them yet?

The ones I liked the best were “It Was a Hospital Room,” “West Side Story,” and “disappointment and despair.”

And please, if you see anything you like on ARHtistic License, please click the “like” button. It makes my day.

OctPoWriMo2021 Day 29: Paris

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Today’s prompt is Paris, and the form is rhopalic verse.

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Bucket List 

I’ve
never
ever been
to Paris, the
city of lights and
city of love; nor have
I ever seen the Eiffel
Tower or the Louvre. I’ve never
strolled along the Seine, never sailed a
toy boat in the Jardin des Tuileries,
never prayed in Notre Dame cathedral. I 
can’t even speak French. But maybe someday I will 
have the time and the means and the opportunity 
to fly across the ocean and experience all the 
wonder Paris has to offer. It’s still on my bucket list.

©ARHuelsenbeck

OctPoWriMo2021 Day 27: Constant Comment

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I’m using tomorrow’s prompt: tea.

pouring tea
Constant Comment 

green or black
it deserves its own ceremony
take mine in a mug
but on special occasions
in a fine china tea cup with matching saucer
pinky up

late at night
while reading a good book
make mine chamomile
for a good night’s sleep

©ARHuelsenbeck

OctPoWriMo2021 Day 24

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Oh. Man. My intention was to do a zentangle drawing on the even-numbered days of October, but I accidentally wrote a poem instead. And it’s a dark one. Oh well.

Today’s prompt is millstone.

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Self-Execution 

this millstone ’round my neck is like an anchor
dragging me to the bottom of the abyss
I will never be able to extricate myself
I am doomed to drown here
unnoticed
unrescued
unmissed

it’s my own fault
I did something I knew was wrong
I have no one to blame but myself
I have no right to associate with good people
my momentary satisfaction wasn’t worth the price of my self-respect and reputation

I am my own judge and executioner
I know the only just sentence
no other recourse but to disappear
to throw myself into the depths weighted down by my guilt and shame
no longer a blight upon the earth

©ARHuelsenbeck

OctPoWriMo2021 Day 23: How Many Times?

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Today’s prompt is how we honor loved ones. Although the prompt was intended to be about those who have passed on, I chose to write it about the living.

How many times? 

how many times have you walked through the door with a bouquet of flowers for me, for no special occasion
how many times have I gone to do a chore, and discover it’s already done—you did it for me
how many times have I been angry or upset, and you’ve distracted me with jokes and silliness until I laugh and forget
how many times have you made something special for me for dinner—something I like but you don’t particularly care for
how many times when I’ve had to do something physically demanding were you right there next to me, silently helping me
how many times have you reminisced with me about the old days when we first met or first dated or were first married, and told me what was running through your mind when we were just getting to know each other
how many times have you saved up for something I liked but thought was too extravagant for me ever to own
every time you do those things, I’m astounded by how much you love me

©ARHuelsenbeck

OctPoWriMo2021 Day 21: What it Takes to Write a Poem

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The prompt is discipline. The form is acrostic.

What it Takes to Write a Poem 

Daring
Intentions and aspirations, requiring keeping
Seat (butt) in
Chair (Sit. Stay.)
Intent on
Poetic devices, rhyme and meter, concentration for
Long hours devoid of any joy
I accept there will be
No reward without
Effort

©ARHuelsenbeck

OctPoWriMo2021 Day Nineteen

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Today’s prompt is storytelling. The form I chose is terzanelle.

I’ll Tell You Mine if You Tell Me Yours 

Do you want to hear my story?
You must listen with your heart.
Do you want to hear my story?

You must answer with your art.
There must be a compensation.
You must listen with your heart.

You’ll receive no dispensation.
Tell your story in return.
There must be a compensation

or my tale will make you burn.
Share with me your darkest secrets.
Tell your story in return.

Whisper all your shameful regrets.
I have always loved you only.
Share with me your darkest secrets.

But you left me waiting, lonely.
Do you want to hear my story?
I have always loved you only.
Do you want to hear my story?

©ARHuelsenbeck

OctPoWriMo2021 Day 17

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Today’s prompt is celebrating milestones.

Wedding cake
Will There Be a 50th? 

Many years ago at church
on Valentine’s Day
the pastor asked all couples
who’d been married 50 years or longer
to stand.

You turned to me and said,
“That will be us one day.”

I did the math.
I’d be 71 years old.
Who wants to live that long?

And the harder question—
how do two people stay together
for a lifetime?

You’re a good man
but you’re far from perfect,
and you’ve made it clear that
I have my faults too.

So many couples we know
have fallen apart.
How have we managed to 
cling to one another?

That golden anniversary 
is only a couple years away now.
I know our fondness for each other
is as strong as ever,
but will we live that long?

©ARHuelsenbeck