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One Coin

Quiet pursuit of alone time
is continual in the crush and hurry
that is my life —
of necessity.
Covetous am I of even minuscule moments
presenting with nothing and no one
needing me.

Still, deviant to my solitary nature
an innocuous act with trivial impact
of connecting on social media
catapults me into being
now — forever —
part of something crowded,
much bigger than me
even in only my own company.

And in a not-quite-ironic way, I find I like that.

© 2012 Shari Lynne Smothers

Prompt: from 3 Word Wednesday’s words – deviant, minuscule, trivial

One Candle lit for Meditation: Big Tent Poetry

Wordle: Untitled

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.

Monday Morning Symphony

I woke early to a raindrop orchestra outside my window,
playing a mellifluous symphony in the key of nature.
First a gentle blush then swelling
in a forceful crescendo—for long minutes.
I listen and watch peacefully through the movements,
through my window, wrapped in my blanket
against the cold air that seeped in.
The volume decreases diminuendo
leveling to loud cadence. Then decreasing more
it returns to the gentle melody.
Almost as if each drop strokes its contact points,
like drum brushes delivering gentler impacts.

Beyond the parking lot, trees have unwittingly
joined the musical. Bare branches high up
sway under the falling drops, following the water’s lead
marking time to me, their audience.
Heavier rainfall forces more frenzied movement.
The shorter, dense leafy evergreens, more hesitant to perform
are compelled to movement by rhythmic drops.
They sway and flourish almost imperceptibly
yet keeping time with the rain-cum-conductor.

People making way to cars, do their parts
respecting the raindrop symphony by walking hurriedly,
hunched under jacket or umbrella,
guarding against the continuous downpour.
Here’s a jacketed fellow with not even a hat.
His goal: get to port cover before the next deluge,
missing as many drops as he can manage.
Now drivers, in cars they add their voices,
tire splashes, to the rainy morning masterpiece.
All for me, their captive audience.

© 2011 Shari Lynne Smothers

This post is part of my #SHINEonline challenge commitment for 2 posts weekly; 1 of 2 for the 3rd week.

This poem is offered in submission too for the We Write Poems Prompt #38

This is a draft that has seen a few revisions since I wrote it on Monday. It will likely go through a few more before I’m ready to call time. But I wanted to post it because I like it now—and I’m working on another piece for this site, as well as writing for my other blogs.

I’m writing regularly but posting is off somewhat. So I’m working to get back on track quickly before the end of February. Needless to say, I’ll be working with my editorial calendars, to keep myself on track. More to come on that front too.

Susceptible

3WW words for 11.24.2010: advance, pander, shuffle.

The autumn rains come
to pander to the evening air.
Cold temperatures advance
and the leftover heat
from summer nights
is made to shuffle away.

I’m compelled to protect myself
to cover better
so as not to catch my death
from trusting summer clothing.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

Stones into Schools

We enter schools,
stones to be chiseled
from the rock that
holds us: the history
that is our parents’
and theirs before them.
The habits we learn
from the way
we interpret things.

Schools, planned to
bring out the best,
obliterate the rock
leave us stones,
purple, yellow
ruby red, black,
shimmering, brimming
with knowledge, skills
and open minds,
the ability to
think through things.

We emerge
precious stones
outside our
hidden state.
Set to light the world
in our own right,
paving the way
for new stones
for successive
generations.

School is
anywhere we learn
so location
is relative.
Take care to
build them the best.
Since,
for better and worse,

We continue.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

Select a title from the New York Times Bestseller List. Let the title inspire a poem. I chose: STONES INTO SCHOOLS, by Greg Mortenson, as of 11.10.2010.

This poem was written to a prompt from Big Tent Poetry. Get the prompt details here.
All links and poems submitted are posted here.

I can’t Say

3WW words for today: gesture, immediate, treasure. This poem just popped into my head from a true life experience with a less-that-patient, overburdened waiter.

I know that gesture.
You want to pressure
me for my immediate
response.

Prod as you will.
But I’m likely still
even at my age
to give an answer
to accommodate,
only to have to
come back to you
to change it.

It’s not that I treasure having
this thing you want most hastily.
Truly I can’t decide
if I want
the ranch or blue cheese dressing.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers