Displaced
From ReadWritePoem:
This week’s prompt is to write a poem that speaks for someone who cannot speak for himself/herself.
Although it seems there are miles between us
We are not so far apart, you and I
You collect cans for money, as I do I
I have not always known
Where I would rest my head at night or
How I would ease the hunger in my belly
If I was crazy or incomplete or just wrong
One step or two, is all that separates us
I see you on the street and I wonder
If I could do anything for you
What would you have me do?
Whoopsie
Life is screaming past
I can’t hold on to the moments
Don’t know if I want to
Loving the memories
Not wanting to let them go
Yet appreciating the seconds
More than before
Who creates the timeline
Who controls the good and the bad
Not questioning the intracacies
Just living the moment
Happiness comes in spurts
Letting go
Forgiving
Forgetting
Loving
Myself
A Faire Day
You are not mine by birth
Yet you have been given to me as a gift
A new daughter, child of my heart, love of my son’s life
We share him now, we share a family
I honor the joy you bring him
And the child you carry beneath your breast
We share a love for Renaissance, an appreciation for history
What has gone before and what will become
We blend youth and experience
We shall venture forth together
New mother, new daughter, new life
And create a new extension to our family.
Funsize and I went to the Renaissance Faire today. Mike was laid up and MacDougal had to work. We both wanted to go so badly. It was a blast. We laughed and browsed and ate. I wish we could have stayed longer. Shortly after Queen Elizabeth arrived we had to go, as Funsize had work. I think we have both decided we are going to create our own guild and participate in all the Faires from now on, and we are dragging the rest of the family in with us!
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The Pace
I saw three snails sailing across the parking lot this morn
Like little ships awash on a blacktop ocean
Their pace was not enough to save them
From the rising sun and heat
I picked them up and moved them
One by one into the vast green sea nearby
The gardener probably hates me
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Oh The Mommy-ness That Won't Let Go
Today I am quoting poetry (it’s poetry to me anyway) from someone else, because honestly it so completely and utterly describes how I felt yesterday more than anything I could ever write.
“Long ago you came to me, a miracle of firsts; First smiles and teeth and baby steps, a sunbeam on the burst.
But one day you will move away and leave to me your past, And I will be left thinking of a lifetime of your lasts …
The last time that I held a bottle to your baby lips,
The last time that I lifted you and held you on my hip.
The last night when you woke up crying, needing to be walked.
When last you crawled up with your blanket, wanting to be rocked….I’ll watch you leave and think how fast our together passed.”
(from Karen Kingsbury’s beautiful book “Let me Hold You Longer” .)
Oh My Heavens…I have to write a poem
I love writing poetry. But I like to think about it a bit. I dislike just smashing it out. However, with all that said: I have been very busy celebrating my only son’s wedding all day and I forgot to write an extra poem for moments like this (note to self: write some extra poems for NaPoWriMo in case you have a busy day). So a haiku, my poetry form of choice for emergencies.
Find the Vixen
For Realz
Spread The Frenzy
Barked Back