Missing My Slider Phone

And so it goes
that with the advancement
of technologies, what I lose
is missed so quickly until
it gets in the way of me
fully enjoying my new bells and whistles…
But only for a little bit.

© 2014 Shari Lynne Smothers

BACKSTORY: Technological advances seem to do away with the things I like the best. In this case it was my full keyboard that didn’t swallow my screen.


After the fact I often look back
through a massive waive of anxiety;
did I ruin anything, was there someone
crucial forgotten.
Added to my strain is the sense
I’m stressing all alone on behalf
of all. I wake at four a.m.
an hour too early, to fix what
turns out to be right already.
And then comes that sinking feeling
that before I woke
I was out in a Dingey with no one
around to save me.
On closer inspection after thoughts
come clearer, it may have been a pool
I was in; large Olympic-sized one maybe.

Still the lesson learned:
I’m safer than I knew, did better than I feared,
it’s okay to trust my best efforts
and allow myself much needed restful sleep.

Three Word Wednesday 5/21/14 massive, ruin, strain

Playing with LEGOs

All the while I’m making things
thinking through connections
life runs through my thoughts
and aspirations. I wonder why
I can’t make the small changes in daily
living in similar simplicity to thinking
through the measuring out of
my micro racetrack or the tiny
cars to traverse the new road.

Writing ideas are fleshed out
as I distract myself from working
them out; no pressure just play.
And they turn out pretty good
I must say. Perhaps unlike the writing
stuff, I try to hard to think and plan
through life stuff. Plodding and
stumbling seem the order of the day
and yet feel so unnatural to me.

Soon I think I’ll have an epiphany.
I feel I’m on the cusp of clarity
and it will break through and see me
safely to my new way of living.
If feeling has any bearing, then I’m
about to be just fine. And as nebulous
a time frame as that is, it still encourages
me to look to my own hand to help make
tomorrow better than today.

Micro Cars Track

© 2014 Shari Lynne Smothers


Asking, prodding, pushing,
piling on more and more,
all as if to see
just how much I can bear
headed toward some huge goal.

It all becomes noise
unclear, indistinguishable
as I pull away to work away
and then regroup
at my own pace.

These days, I accept the usual
recurrence of noise readily.
It is now my herald that
a deadline is almost reached,
and subsequent vacation time is upon me.

© 2014 Shari Lynne Smothers

Public Speaking

A dirty bird twittered
absurd words for any
within earshot.
He broadcast his thoughts
on the maltreatment of the weak
and what could be done to help them.

For at least thirty minutes
he did rant even to
thin air when no one
pretended to listen.

Finally a waitress intruded
and asked who he thought
he was helping.
Mid-grumble he did groan
looking up from his plate
to attend to her query and say
Don’t be absurd; my audience
is me, people only serve
to fuel my frustrations.

© 2014 Shari Lynne Smothers
Three Word Wednesday 5/14/14 absurd, groan, weak

Crazy Faith

The smile that finds you
in the throes of
heartache surely life altering
as it is unstoppable.

The sun ray that
brightens your cloudy soul
on the heaviest day.

The flash of joy
its mission
to embrace
and keep you;
its only invitation —
the slightest, smallest YES.

And the short breadth of an instant,
that yields understanding:
Any time, any place, or anywhere,
in the midst of any situation,
choosing joy, leaves room for healing
for hope.

© 2014 Shari Lynne Smothers