On Grieving: Performance Art

I rely on my memory
of what great joy
feels like.
Recollect my Self and how
I reacted to happy experiences
in my eyes, my heart,
what was my countenance.

It’s interesting to look back
at even less than happiest times
and realize those days
were great, comparatively.

These days, happy feelings
don’t come so easily.
In joyous events I labor
to behave the way I used to
or in what way will be
my new normal,
before I lost my last parent,

…before today without my Mother.

© 2016 by Shari Lynne Smothers

Poem #15 for National Poetry Month. I actually wrote this on Tuesday—well finished it on Tuesday.

I Love the Rain

Rain, rain, stay today.
Let me sleep
to your welcoming beat.
The tempo and hum
of notes sounding from
the surfaces your drops meet
methodically soothes my spirit
no matter how ill my temper.
The rhythms play me to sleep
in short order
and I actually nod off
with a smile from my soul
that plays on my lips.
Only to melt with me
into an easy slumber.
What’s not to love?

© 2016 by Shari Lynne Smothers

Poem #11 for National Poetry Month. It’s raining as I write this and my heart is light…as happens with the rain. I get excited when it’s time for bed in the rain. Hope you get an idea of what I’m trying to convey.

TWW: A Wreck

Joy is present from time to time.
Elation another matter;
it’s scarce I find.
Sadness and grief
yet another story.
At the opposite end
of my emotions spectrum
they keep me company,
unwelcome as it is
more frequently than anything.
So adamant are they
to see me not lonely
until I frustrate myself.
Rage comes in and oddly
seems the only thing
to adequately pacify my grief
and stanch my burning tears.

© 2016 by Shari Lynne Smothers

3WW Poem for Week 476 I know I should get off the grieving truths over the loss of my mother. But, really, it’s such fertile fodder for tilling my emotions to unearth the morose verse. I’ll let it keep me until it’s spent, and I hope I’ll know when that is.