Morning sun enters
softly insisting I wake;
“Nightmare’s over—breathe.”
©2011 Shari Lynne Smothers
#5 for National Poetry Month Today’s poem, a Haiku, to share in the magic of National Poetry Month. Always a silver lining, bad dreams are yet another reason to appreciate waking up. I’ll have to see about catching up before I get too far behind.
Big Tent Poetry Wordle 2.28.11
Gazing into the flame
burning brightly
it came, tangle of a
question, idea, concern, obligation.
Scuttling persistently around my mind
an ambling parade to wake my
worry muscle. The collective
adamantly populated
my head, set to defy me
in my quest for emptiness.
Slowly, in the flame
burning down
in the tangled mass of thoughts,
a familiar face emerged.
His boyish smile betrayed that
even as I sought
to withhold my audience,
he would say more in his typical
controlling, helpfully annoying style.
Quietly, in the flame
burning away
a subtle change in thought
brought a gasp from
the rambling ambling head;
cause unknown since I couldn’t see
far down as his bloodied thigh.
Then poof, he was all gone
leaving me free to meditate
in peace
by candlelight
in the moments left to me
before the flame did slip out completely.
© 2011 Shari Lynne Smothers
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For the Big Tent Poetry prompt of Monday 2.28.2011. Challenge is to use one of the following starter phrases and one or all of the wordle words.
“Say more ________”
“There is also the matter of _________”
“He started by __________”
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This post is part of my #SHINEonline challenge commitment for 2 posts weekly; 2 of 2 for the 8th week.
Winter exhaled fully from deep
in his belly. Shared almost the full breadth
of havoc he knew with
freezing temperatures, blinding snow
and ice slicked roads—
then witness
all the people’s and earth’s actions in response.
I move through my days in slow motion
defrosting with cold’s departure.
Sloughing off my last stuffy nose morning
as Winter makes his quick exit,
for Spring to present herself through
more temperate, accommodating weather.
Out from under my blankets
where Winter had forced me,
awake without his icy tendrils
inside my head, slowing my thoughts,
pulling me out of normal time
as audience to all his regalements,
I thaw. I begin to move easier
think faster, behave more congruously
with warmer days that now greet me.
Through Spring, Summer and Fall,
I will continue more fluidly,
flashing only the occasional cold memory of Winter
until his eminent welcome return in December.
© 2011 Shari Lynne Smothers
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I took some time off to get into some other things. It took getting hung up on a title, (something that never stops me), to pull me away to other projects. It was fun times away. Though now I’m back with a vengeance. I have some posts to make up for—4 for 2 weeks missed. I look forward to challenging myself.
It will also be a bit of a practice in case I decide to participate in a daily poem project next month.
This morning I went out
to get Saturday’s mail
and I saw again the brown dove,
the bird on the balcony.
Today though he perched
at the end furthest from me.
Since I have not eyes
trained for bird differences,
I had to wonder if it was
the bird on the balcony.
Or a new one sent with
the same message for me.
Either way, here we were.
And as I made my way
toward it, toward the stairs
to my mailbox, in the crisp morning air
I thought about the time of year
the beauty in the fabric of the day
how Punxsutawney Phil’s failure to see
his shadow was likely on the money.
I got my mail—another bill
and turned ‘round toward the stairs
for my short, thoughtful journey back,
all the while trying to decide
what was the bird on the balcony’s
message to me.
Or, if it was just a bird on the balcony
who had no message—no knowledge of me.
© 2011 Shari Lynne Smothers
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last night i dreamed of lego blocks.
the pieces didn’t fit and it
confused me to see this
incongruousness in these tools
of useful distracted relaxation.
in my dream, i wondered why or how
with form factor specifications
that could happen. then i
took a closer look at the
bigger picture that is my life
and considered
it’s likely just the order of the day.
par for the course to have
an upsetting dream in otherwise
okay times, maybe a foreshadowing
of broken awkwardness on its way.
or just a quick reminder
to keep me grounded,
away from getting too happy,
too far out the way.
© 2011 Shari Lynne Smothers
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Open eyes resist seeing.
Brain resists moorings.
Slightest motion, even soft noises
are most unwelcome today.
Thoughts have nothing to say.
With time and ibuprofen
throbbing dulls to non-existence.
Fogged ideas come in to focus.
Muse returns to chat me up.
We soar on the winds of
possibilities, of poetry.
Once again, words
come clear for me
to write them.
© 2011 Shari Lynne Smothers
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