Now

Posted by Shari Smothers

Apr 2

Where I am is good;
from here all things possible
lay before and around me.
I delight in knowing

I choose.

©2013 Shari Lynne Smothers

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A Monday Haiku

Posted by Shari Smothers

Apr 1

Spring Time’s Power to Incite is nothing new to me. Every year, nature’s clock ticks into this season that inspires me to contemplate being on the cusp of all possibility.

 

Spring lights soft
whispers to sleeping
dreams wake, make life new.

*****

Temperatures rise
thawing, clearing winter’s frosts
summoning blossoms.

*****

Comes boldly raining
dreamed of hopes flowering into
vivid reality.

©2013 Shari Lynne Smothers

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What Will Come

Posted by Shari Smothers

Dec 16

    The
August breeze blows into me,
delivering first respite
from sweltering deep south heat
that kept my skin cooking
even standing still.

    A short step
into newly temperate air
inspires quiet ideas
brimming with potential
    tugging at my attentions.
Brings forth a soft smile
in anticipation of
nothing concrete
only tangible
    as possibility can be.
Causes just the slightest
quiver in my stomach —
imagination tinged with a promise
that what will come —
    it’s gonna be good.

    I welcome the
    august breeze blowing in to me.

© Shari Lynne Smothers 9/12/12

Backstory

In preparing for my time off from work, I am going back in my journals to pull poems I like. Rather than wait until Day 1 of my Christmas holiday vacation, I’m kicking things off a week early.

Summer to Fall in New Orleans is a great time, and very special for me. The first break from the 90s to 100s is a magical renewing gift. This poem is one that blew off the branch to land on my page.

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The Field Trip

Posted by Shari Smothers

Oct 6

One day I brought my nephew
to see the ducks that soothed me
when I was able to break up
my work days with them.
A precocious boy of three or four,
he declared during his energetic effort to
keep up with them, running happily
as the ducks swam deftly, indifferently,
“Is this all, because
this really isn’t that fun.”

I smiled to hear the words
contradicted by his racing back and forth
belting out Oh’s and Look!s
at the slightest indication they were
interacting with him.
He was appreciating my field trip
through his gleeful activity, even though
his words made me know he didn’t yet
recognize the power nature
has to enthrall him.

I had done a good thing after all.

© 2012 Shari Lynne Smothers

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Symptoms

Posted by Shari Smothers

Aug 2

I think I know this emotion
with it’s resonating touch
warming me, nauseating me,
making me giddy.
I falter dizzy, gleefully —

I think it’s love.

© 2012 Shari Lynne Smothers

Prompt: Three Word Wednesday’s words – emotion, falter, touch

Back story: It’s been a while, but since my goal is to return to me and the stuff I love, I stopped by Three Word Wednesday (only a day late). Today’s words planted themselves quickly and grew into this little diddy. I forgot how much fun it is to play. Hope you like it.

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Desperate Actions

Posted by Shari Smothers

Aug 2

Feeling cut throat
desperate to care for me
angry at my inability.
No more time
to hear others
say be patient.
I’m jockeying for
better position
without even knowing
which way is forward.

Re-engaging faith
disconnecting me
I seek the Greater’s
counsel and authority.

Soon, my actions
don’t feel so desperate
to me, and in fact
gel with
the big picture nicely.

Movement after prolonged inaction
can often seem revolutionary
instead of simply
about time.

© 2012 Shari Lynne Smothers

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