Shades of Right

Abstract designs
abstraction of character
the composition
of no recognizable thing
non-representational lines
irregular lines
guarded and graded lines
in mechanically etched beauty
surpassing in pristine elegance


April Wells

Sea Shore Ballet

She Danced
In the darkness
with the stars in her hair
and the velvety night her cloak
she danced
the vacant streets
her only stage but she
dances her lonely nights away
she danced
spotlight moon shine
water diamonds scattered
and all around her, the music
she danced
night birds calling
sea waves the melody
the song forever in her heart
she danced


Author: April Wells
Published: February 4, 2016



Golden fluid holder
monkey mind, mine
I cling to
the elixir of life
found far away
it speaks
the language
of fear
and hope
and uncertainty
the reminder
of what has been
and what will always now be
nestles in the hollow
above my heart
a cold and comforting reminder
of the ritual
that has become


Author April Wells
published January 10, 2016
poetry form: Ekphrasis…

Saturday Morning Replete With Coffee

2012-01-01 13.42.20The week went remarkably well
I only fell apart every other second
well, mostly
I deem it a success
it is Saturday

fear chokes
the wind
puddles float
and where the hell is the dog
deer dance in the periphery
stupid squirrels
the music was wonderful
some I never heard before
the coffee, where the hell is the coffee
why are you waking me at three
fake sleep
snow, I hope it snows, I want it to snow, make it snow
why the hell don’t my socks match
where is the damn dog
I am not fast but I am strong
I’m not strong
I am terrified
I wish I could run
this close to four weeks out (five weeks out now) I can’t run
why does the dog have my coffee
two years (thirty two years), an eternity, a heartbeat
a heartbeat?  no, just the stupid cat purring
NO… don’t leave, I Promise I Won’t Move!!!
what if
what if
what if
what the hell is that smell
stupid cat, REALLY?  geeze
I hide beneath
the blankets
held together only with the screams that can not come
I choke on the fear
why does time pass so quickly
so slowly
where the hell is my coffee
have to be strong
no way to be strong
tears hide, but are always there
can’t face the possibility
and when in God’s name will we have reality
Tie a knot, it’s a marathon not a sprint
why the hell were you riding that bike in the kitchen
no wait, a dream

And the cold insistent rain
covers it all
shines the street
and fogs reality

Author: April Wells
published January 9, 2016
my brain’s take on Chance Operations

To Wax Poetic

Chocolate Chips and Milking Cow Trees
The things of poems and dreams
to write
to curse
to wax poetic
answering the siren song

Poetic words  dance
stanzas sing, meter fiddles
poem breathes alive
and in the writing, poet
looses the dreamer tanka

They come unbidden
the words that cannot be stilled
vomited to haiku

Who’s words these are
I think you know
the form is in the singing though
I wonder will you wander near
as from the source I chose to go

And here
on gilded page
the words
that smash aimlessly
around and around in my brain
come to rest
and in the resting
take on their own lives?

I wonder…


Author April Wells
Published 1/8/2016
Form:  Ars Poetica??? maybe


Heed the words of the warrior
Fight the best fight
feel the pain
feel the cold
feel the earth beneath my feet
feel my feet pound rhythm on the street
feel the darkness surround, ease, soothe, caress
feel the bright glare of sunlight warm from within
feel warm gentle breath of the sleeping cat in memory
feel the fear that oozes into every corner
feel the tickle of every blade of grass
feel the sweat trickle down the small of the back
feel the music swirl inside
feel the water slake, cool, drip from icy chin
feel the pain
feel the loneliness
feel the gentle satisfaction of the finish line
and in retrospect, when the race is run
understand and remember all that you did


Author: April Wells
published January 7, 2016
Poetic Technique: Anaphora