Category Archives: National Poetry Month ’16

Random Acts of Grieving

What makes the ache show up?
Today for instance,
I’m just going along working
playing, busy with whatever’s before me.
And out of nowhere
my breath catches
stomach knots.
The tingle at the back of my nose
is the last indicator
before tears and snot start to flow
in almost the same instant.
Suddenly I’ve got to stop what I’m doing.
I am dissolved
into a weeping rag to be wrung
of all my hurt.
And I can only hope
it runs its course
quickly as it came upon me.
Because, as surely as I do not know
from whence it did come,
neither do I know when it will release me
back to normalcy.
And while I’m pondering,
I have to wonder when will it
happen again?

© 2016 by Shari Lynne Smothers

Poem #10 for National Poetry Month. This came out of a spell that hit me today, quite literally out of nowhere. And I had to marvel at the randomness of it in the midst of the busy work day I was having.

Savoring Spring

Springtime sunshine
lights a cool breeze.
Gentle airs embrace
first blossoms, paint
landscapes awake out of
winter’s dormancy
Temperate days and cool nights
invite me to stay forever
in every small moment
I enter.
Each one that receives me
I never want to leave it
even to enter the next.
This bittersweet dance continues
until one day
there is no more coolness
and what comes next
is the vicious
attack of Summer’s heat.

© 2016 by Shari Lynne Smothers

Poem #9 for National Poetry Month. I had to do a picture about my favorite season. I picked Spring, but Fall is lovely too as they have different attractive characteristics. The selling point that keeps me with each of them, is the temperate weather.

Too Tired to Stop Myself

It’s so late to be thinking about words
that may or may not rhyme.
Whether or not they convey
the thought I’m trying to say
into someone else’s comprehension.
Facing tomorrow too tired
to be as productive as I need to be.
It’s crazy to let myself go without rest.
But there’s just so much on my mind
until I can’t unwind it all, easily
and so not in a timely manner.

Knowing that, here I sit even with
all the drama on my mind
regarding every, every-day thing of my life
it’s become necessary to write a poem daily—
because it is,
and I’m just too tired to fight it.

© 2016 by Shari Lynne Smothers

Poem #8 for National Poetry Month. I want to stop everything in my world and rest.