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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.

Paint Salvation

Barren space.
Heart works
to close around it.
Nothing bridges the chasm,
nothing mends the opening.
Same me, different day
only I don’t
recognize this
present person…

Except for when
I paint.

Then
I’m all in
working out
what comes next.
And for a time
I am whole,
touching an
other place not here.
For a time
I am complete
different and still
I know me.
Painting makes sense
makes me
recognize myself.
Those times
I don’t fret
what will be
my next iteration.

© 2016 by Shari Lynne Smothers

Poem #7 for National Poetry Month. Another contemplative poem, reflecting on when it is I truly feel like I will be alright.

Waste Not

If I were to tell you there’s no tomorrow
Would you think me ill?
If I were to tell you, your time here ends today with
your last night’s sleep
Would you get angry with me?
If I told you this all ends with your next breath
Would you catch and hold that breath in belief?

Truly, I know you answered no to every one
of these questions.
Because by far, it is much easier to take for granted
that tomorrow is coming to you
than it is to understand or grasp
the eminence of your end
and even less, that it could all end
right
this
instant.

But if you could comprehend the 50/50 truth
of every moment of every day of your life,
Would you live differently? How?

© 2016 by Shari Lynne Smothers

This is going to be a weird count because I’m starting so late. But here it is. This is #2 for the month of April, National Poetry Month. I’ll get to thirty eventually.