Sunday Scribblings asked for poems about “opportunity.”  This is actually destined to be a country=tinged song when I finish it, but the beginning seems made for the prompt.  Also, Three Word Wednesday used the words Grip, Thread, and Prefer; this is my second poem for that prompt! Click on the poetry site links to read many more poets.

Also found at my poetic home, Poets United.  Peace to you all, Amy

That’s How it Goes

Here’s how it goes, once in a while
The boy takes a shine to the girl with the smile
They waltz ’round the dance floor, and he takes a dare:
Says the sun was created to shine on her hair…
And her eyes seem to say what her heart already knows,
and that’s how it goes.

(c) 2011 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

Open Mic (haiku)

Caught in the grip of
uncertainty’s clenched fist
Sweat pearls on her brow

At the podium,
words threaded into poems…
Fight or flight? She thinks:

“I’d prefer to flee
but I’m already up here.”
Breathe. Exhale. Give out.

(c) 2011 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil