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Welcome to Telling Stories, my creative writing space. My name is Shari Smothers. Poems help me to understand the world and to explain my world to others. They're my premier story telling tools. There's more to come, so please share with me through reading, commenting, emailing. Learn more about Shari here. And do come again!

Symptoms

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.

Desperate Actions

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

Shut Up In My Bones

Embers smoldering
steadily, quiet
seemingly under control,
ever present
never a time without.

Today, gentle winds
from west, south
north, east and middling angles
fan embers to flame.
Today I am not still,
almost of control
not my own.

Today I die to my
Self burned away as
fire shut up in my bones
flames free
igniting change.

I am tasked only
to keep up and away
from waters that
threaten to subdue
shy of a
metamorphosis complete.

Life has a way of informing
when change is at hand.

© 2012 Shari Lynne Smothers

 

Back Story: Several things have worked on my nerves lately, captured my interest forcing me to contemplate things I had heretofore ignored peacefully. As I think things through and work it out in my journal, these ideas and images coalesced into the words above.

Puffed Up

Politeness
as basic civility
negates the need for
a subservient posture.

It’s not
my arrogance
that keeps me from
genuflecting;
it’s your own that
has you seeking
to be thusly venerated
overlooking
my fully proper regard
already shown you.

©2012 Shari Lynne Smothers

Back story: I had an experience like no other recently. I thought I was arrogant, but this person was a doozy. No reason to behave as such, and I certainly wasn’t going to get on his level. So I hung it out in my journal. This is the extraneous fall-out as work through understanding the whole exchange.

In My Head

I’m driving along
toward my destination
planned days in advance.
Considering what I would
do for lunch the next day
since dinner was squared away.
Bud’s Broiler hasn’t seen me
in a while. I wonder
if they still remember me.

A quick glance at the
gauge, I don’t have to
get gas before the week’s out.

Not that it matters for lunch
Bud’s is across the street.

Suddenly something jarred me
out of my head!
It took moments
to realize
it was fat raindrops
slapping my car
my windshield straight on
making me feel each
of the first ones’ impacts
as I drove into the blinding downpour
as if they were contacting me personally.

It only startled me
because, I realized,
I was almost fully
driving automatically,
out of regular time
in my own world
apart from
tangible externalities.

Though a little unsettling
likely because of the circumstance,
it was a happy observation
to be reminded
I had that place in my head
and could get there any time, anywhere.

©2012 Shari Lynne Smothers