Sunday, April 13, 2014

Way laid by icky ness

Well I had every intention of being part of the poem a day movement. But life had other plans for me. Down sick for nearly a week now, very little writing has gotten done at all. Very little anything has gotten done. Except for cough, blow, groan, drink water/tea, cough.

I have way too much going on to be sick. When do we not have way too much going on for that?
Sometimes our bodies take over and we are forced to stop.

So stop I have. See you all soon. In the mean time, write a poem.

Friday, April 4, 2014

#4  24

There they are again

The same 24 hours I was given yesterday

Waiting for me to make the most of them

And I do, at least I try

Filling every fold and crease in a day

With sweet cream filling oozing out the sides

Until it is ridiculous to keep filling, but I do

Every box filled with multi color dry erase marker

With much calendared event planning

Formal; semi-formal; casual expectations

Cheese Hors d'oeuvere; cheese plate; spray cheese

In decorative holiday forms

When I don't finish every project

Or achieve every goal

I am left feeling guilty and unaccomplished

Like seeing a B+ as nothing but less than an A

Never mind the astounding amount finished

I will only see what is undone

Wish there were more hours in the day

When I should recognize my limit and

Stop.

Thursday, April 3, 2014

I didn't realize how long it's been since I made an entry.

I wasn't going to do a poem a day for National Poetry Month, but I'm jumping on the band wagon.

So I'll do three today to catch up.


#1 Band Wagon

Jump on a band wagon
Do what others are doing
Hope your dreams come true


#2 Fruity Friends

The apple trees remind me of my friendships

New friendships budding with tiny leaves, into

Fragile flowers blooming into full fragrance

Some stand the test of wind and rain and drought

Others fall away to become rich compost

Flowers become fruit, clustered by leaves

Fruit withstands further battering.

Disease and worms and birds peck away

Until the apple becomes ripe and must be picked

or will go to rot, which also becomes compost.

The longest lasting friendships are not the apples

Ever present, withstanding the worst of the storms,

Providing contrast of color

No, the strongest friendships are not the apples

They are the leaves.


#3 First Kiss

That moment when

Conversation stops

Two smile nervously

Swallow, breathe

Tilt head so noses

Stay out of the way

Warm electric shiver

Contact made

Relief or Disappointment

It's done or begun

In that moment