Category Archives: Poem
Bought Optimism
Optimism is a commodity
bought and paid for
on life’s open market.
All the salt and
disappointment,
the ointment worked
into my wounds
lasts until my watery tears
dilute them sufficiently
and I can again feel confident
this too shall pass.
© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers
Hero Factor
One luminous, still summer day,
you said it was perfect to paint the shutters.
To my delight you let me, even though mom said
only use my brothers. Well into the job,
I beamed brighter than the sun’s rays
when you said my work was outstanding.
That day, I thought I could be
a professional house painter.
A very different summer day was
imbued [...]
Inaction
Looking over my wishes list
I wonder why I don’t
act on shit that could
bring these into being.
Some call it fear.
When I’m near it I can
see that’s part
of what keeps me silent.
Far worse than that is
the habit it creates of inaction
encouraged by feigned comfort
from never being rejected.
Incongruous I know but
this hateful, insidious peace can be
more powerful than
life [...]
Guide Me
Even my own voice
offends my ears of late, all
I want is Your words.
© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers
Bad News
Family
disturbs my worrying and fretting
over what I can’t control.
Impatient, defensive
hyper logical commentary
highlight the fact that
there’s not shit else we can do.
However
bad news, too much cop TV
and a predisposition
toward intense panic attacks
speak loudest to me.
All the strong, controlled blustering
and feigned aloofness
does nothing to me
to allay my fears for one in trouble.
Instead it reveals
they’re fearful as me
only [...]
Stale Cookies
PHP’s mostly a foreign language to me
I learn as I go along
to direct my blog
to do things the way I want it.
Hours pass like minutes as I
discover and recover from tests
that work different than
I’d planned them.
When I brought them up here,
these cookies were noticeably fresher.
© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers
Today’s Web Surfing
Overwhelm stole the helm.
It tricked with the availability
of a plethora of multimedia
that spoke directly to me
so I sat and ingested all I could
to the point of sensory overload.
All I read and heard and saw and felt
is churning chaotically in my mind
with excess overflowed to unconscious storage,
floating and spinning fixing itself
to come out later in some [...]
I had a Rough Day
It’s already the second of March.
I’m a day behind on the easy stuff.
And what’s worse, this day
seems not to want me to catch up.
No poetry no prose got posted
yesterday.
No verses edited yet today
as, important stuff is in my way
to execute them.
Slightly under the weather
I’d like to self-diagnose
but can’t quite place the ailment.
I talk to my [...]
