Ode to February | Poem

February 14, 2020February 9, 2020 JoeRover poetry february, life, life trials, love, poem, poetry, winter

The holidays are done
yet winter remains.
What can stop this refrain?

School starts anew.
The bills are due.
Taxes wait by the door.
Please end this winter sore.

Will shadows appear,
Caught by creatures dear?

Can love's undying light
Cause a fire to ignite?

Hold them close,
a love's careful cheer
can break winter's evil sneer.

Laughter in the snow
ends an icy blow.

Winter's trials sack the land
united in love, hand in hand,
spring comes early...
if you love sincerely.

Until the next wormhole…thanks for reading!

Copyright Joe Rover 2020

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Always Dripping | Poem

February 12, 2020February 9, 2020 JoeRover poetry cave, poem, poetry, publishing, rescue, school, storytelling, superhero

Drip.
Drip.
Drip.

Always. 
Drip, drip, drip.

Kevin sits curled,
head covered.
The sounds echo.

Drip.
Drip.
Drip.

Winds howl.
Bats screech.
And always...
drip, drip, drip.

Stalagmites. Or stalactites? 
His mind tries to focus
on anything other than 
the dreary now.

Does anyone miss him?
Does anyone care?

They should.

It'd make the news.
"Field trip cave-in,"
Kevin's mind wanders.
Anything to escape the
drip,
drip,
drip.

Should have stayed with the group.
Couldn't.
The bullies push and shove.
The never-ending laughter.
Always the laughter.
Like water.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Should have stayed.
Would be safe.
The rescuers come for them.
Not him.

Drip, drip, drip.
The sound still mocks.

Kevin curls further in.
No one misses him.

Drip, drip--

Kevin unfolds.
That horrid sound...
Quiet.

A new sound.

Digging!

The rock breaks!
A figure appears!

Kevin knows that cape and howl.
Dogboy.

A friendly paw helps him stand.
Safe arms hold him well.
A single step, the boy is safe.
Parents greet with warm love.

The job is done,
all are found--
thanks to the Heroic Hound.

Until the next wormhole…thanks for reading.

It was a dingy, stormy day; the kind of day that makes everything seem black and white. Johnny Blewz played his sax over the radio filling my office with jazz music.
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Rescue | Poem

February 3, 2020February 2, 2020 JoeRover Odds and Ends hospital, icy, poem, poetry, rescue, water

Down, down
into the icy dark.
Crystalline beads on skin form.

Above me, entrance,
and exit,
closed tight.

A crack brought me here
to this watery tomb.
Had I listened to friends and signs,
I might still in sun reside.

The numbness grows,
my sight fades.
The last of air drains away.

Why'd I stray?
Was it to impress new peers?
Or to earn a kiss from Suzie Dear?

The cause is small in the abyss.

I feel my heart slow.
Now, I fear, it's time to...

…

Noise and clatter
wake my gray matter.
A room, white and bright;
someone yells, "Fight! Fight!"

Beeping and hissing are far at first.
Is this my fate or a curse?

No, no. Not Judgement Day.
A hospital is where I lay.

Safe and warm, my eyelids close.
Rescued at last, now I doze.

Copyright Joe Rover 2020

Until the next wormhole…thanks for reading.

Recommended #39

January 29, 2020January 29, 2020 JoeRover Recommended Alzheimers care, cat poetry, cats, ebook, garden, photography, poem, poetry, Prompts, publishing, writing

The following are my opinion and do not reflect the opinion of any organization or person.

Care giving for Alzheimer Patients. by E-Book Vault

Your Dreams Can Improve Your Writing by The Write Nook

Keeper Of The Gardens by Out of My Write Mind

Do you have any recommendations? Tell me in the comments.

Until the next wormhole…thanks for reading.

Love | Review

October 26, 2019October 25, 2019 JoeRover Reviews love, poem, poetry, publishing, review, William Lynn, writing

‪ ‬The poem “Love” by William Lynn recounts the story of someone who falls for another.

I enjoyed the line when the narrator asks if the person was an angel or a demon sent by the Devil to torment them. It showed the narrator’s feelings well and added the question of why they can’t be together; it makes you want to read more. My problem was that the question didn’t seem to be answered; I still want to know why they can’t be together.

The poem keeps the same tone very well. I can picture someone sitting at a desk thinking or even just sitting on a park bench watching their love interest from afar. You feel like you can get inside the narrator’s state of mind. I did notice a couple times when it felt like the rhythm faltered or became awkward; but for the most part, the poem flowed well.

I also had some trouble with getting lost in the lines. This is easily resolved by adding some verse/paragraph breaks now and then.

Another line I enjoyed was when the narrator mentions how people told them they didn’t know what love was. It gives the reader an idea of how old the narrator is. I could picture an older teen or young adult. The idea of a younger narrator is reinforced by the word choice. The flow and structure also makes it sound like a younger person speaking. I did not feel like I was brought out of the poem until the end.

While the poem was not perfect, it was well done and a great read. I enjoyed that I did not have to spend hours trying to pick it apart to understand it. Lynn does an excellent job of telling the reader what is happening while still giving you something to think about. 4.4/5

You can follow William Lynn on their blog or on Twitter.

Until the next wormhole…thanks for reading.

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