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Another Pen Bites the Dust

I’ve emptied out a pen
yet again in the middle
of what I was writing.

It doesn’t mean that I’m
barreling through ink,
having filled longhand
three hundred pages of manuscript.

I like to tell myself, though
it’s because I’m writing
my hands off productively,

thinking, Girl! You’re
doing the damn thing!
No stopping you once you get a new pen.

The truth is it happens too
just the same way
in the middle of writing my grocery list.

©2009 by Shari Lynne Smothers

Walk on By

Remember that song?
And the message?

It’s Dionne Warwick’s version
I can hear
playing in my head.
She’s hurt and
implores her ex-beau
to ignore her—

I understand this.

Nothing in your head says
he’s even alright for you
yet nothing in your heart
will stand up for you.
Telling him to walk past
spares you trying to muster
a resolve not present in you.

Not only did
hating him never work
you tried—I know
you found out
after concerted effort
removing any doubt that
love
is the only thing
your heart understands
to do to him.

I know, sucks, right?

©2009 by Shari Lynne Smothers

Genes

I looked at a random
new-born baby on TV
held by her mother.
From the other room
I heard my mom’s voice,
“That baby looks
just like her mother.”

I never could see that much
in the faces of new-borns
wrinkled and otherwise nondescript
even in my family.
Maybe my eyes were never
quite trained to it
and remain as yet
undeveloped.

My mom tells the story
that when my dad’s mom
first laid eyes on me
she said ‘I got one.’

I still wonder
how she saw it that day
that I’d grow to have her face
as mine.
But she was right
and so pronounced is our likeness
until all the family
knows who I’m from.

©2009 by Shari Lynne Smothers

Day 9

All of a sudden
I understand
the sweet sick feeling
that’s been welling up
from the pit of my stomach.

At the back end
of each joy and delight
that passed through me
while in my hometown
was a sick
curly cue punctuating
experiences with—

In my quiet last night
I understand
it’s the downturn
of the roller coaster ride.

In all the excitement
of remembrances
we were creating in great detail
they included
the unplanned part that insured
I would miss home.

Tomorrow—
later today, I drive back to Houston
with the fun times dancing
in my spirit and the
aftertaste of melancholy
over all I leave behind in New Orleans.

©2009 by Shari Lynne Smothers

Day 7

The joy seeps in
through the cracks
of laughs during dinner,
and at the movies,
on the way to any
destination.

Quiet delight
sways smoothly
in my head
while I’m working
at my computer

because I’m not at home
but in the home
of old friends and family.

The casino is fun
because I’m with friends
laughing at the sinister looks
drawn into the characters
on the machines.
Ratting around
shopping for speakers
falling asleep on a sofa not mine
seeing my friends’ moms
are still in good health
more food, gumbo, greens and cake too.

All make me grin inside
as I cherish and file them
in the made memories
for later days
I’ll spend apart from
my family and friends.

©2009 by Shari Lynne Smothers

Winding Up National Poetry Month 2009

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So, it’s the 20th of April—that’s twenty days into National Poetry Month [NPM]. I just returned from a long trip that was truly a pleasure. Slowly the good feelings are washing away making room for the sobering thought that I’m falling short with my poetry postings.

Last April, I did better with my poetry offerings. This year, not so much. Once I set up this blog, I said that I would do something for NPM that was more than I usually did. My intention was to post daily as opposed to just whenever, as is my current post schedule.

There’s still time to do something productive. So, through the end of the month, (that’s the next ten days), I will post one poem each. So do come back; you may find something you like.

I invite you to share your responses if you like. And, if you have your own poems that you post, do drop me a link as well. I love reading new poets.

Enjoy!

If you see something you want to share with others and you’re on twitter, it would be great if you’d add #npm, #poetry or #poetrymonth to your tweet. Thanks.

And, do take some time to explore the great offerings submitted by poets and poetry readers to Twitter’s poetry categories.

Here’s one to kick-start my ten days winding up National Poetry Month 2009:

Led by Gratitude

I’ve set aside this space
to share my thoughts
released on the wings
of prayers, meditations
and gratitude.
Ideas flow freely through
my silence as I sit waiting
for the verses summoned.

The words dance on my page
choreographed by
appreciation of all
that I experience.

Thanks be to the
Holy Trinity

Amen

©2009 by Shari Lynne Smothers