I was having such a hard time coming up with anything the other day, but I don't want to miss a day, so I'll put down the two versions of what I managed to piece together, and hopefully later I will be able to churn out something better for day 25 ( Read more... )

By all means
Trap me
With your credit card pitch
In a Walmart aisle
With my two children,
But then,
Don't ask me
Why it is I'm screaming.

I can't keep the worry from her blue eyes ( Read more... )

April is a month for weather poems, it would seem. With apologies to Joni Mitchell.

Cold reminder of winter
In the whipping wind
Screen door slamming
Like a failed romance.

Corny and clichéd all in the name of playing with the words "forsooth" and "Forsythia". Yay, alliteration! Also, "marble halls" is an Anne of Green Gables shout-out, because: Gilbert ( Read more... )

Little heads
Poking up
Under blankets
Count to 25
No, 41!
We're not ready!
Under beds
Behind doors
Stifled giggles

Found you!

I owe one more today after this.

Why do I not
Write my villain down
In lines as cruel as he
Reduce to caricature
With a moustache worth twirling
And with imagination
For catastrophization
Dream all the ways accident befalls him.

A drop of dew crowns
Every blade of grass,
Grown greener
The deeper we
Go
into April,
Whose sun cuts through
The gathered fog,
Whose mornings find
My feet still yearning,
My legs still working,
The road still there to greet me.


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That quiet room we made for ourselves
In such a boisterous hall
Hands clasped
That quiet room we made
Without even really trying.

for The Lamplighters

part iv - Ent

Steadfast and deliberate
And, I imagine,
Ill at ease in my verse
Hasty as it is
And not a rhyme in sight,
But, not to worry,
I won't

keep

you

long.

part v - scribeMy pen does not record ( Read more... )