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Magnolia Swing

Beautiful Magnolia, flower of
my parents’ home.
Stately,
lightly sweet-smelling.
There is no flower
so near to my heart.
The flower
of our better days.

A particular joy
invades my Spirit
swings my mind back
to days when we were
whole, together,
present.
Peppered lightly
like petals’ browning spots
with ill times withered
only slightly
by hurtful
words and deeds.

All that
at only the sight
of flowering
Magnolia trees
enough a part
of my home
to call up
strong enough memories
to inspire a centered
peace no matter
the place my body
stands.

Such is the power of
knowing and appreciating
where I’m from.

© 2016 by Shari Lynne Smothers

Poem #17 for National Poetry Month.

Joy, Still

Have all my happy songs
been writ and sung?
Nothing new, green and freshly budding
to be found? I don’t think so.

I can’t even pretend it
when joy comes fluttering up
out of nowhere, to spark in me
soul smiles I can’t hide.
Appreciation for all
I was brought through,
the lives that guided me.
The reasons ethereal and God set
that I can string words,
paint pretty pictures,
share in joys in others’ lives.

I still can pull
a joyful verse from the guff.
And whatever the impetus,
it makes me happy
just to be able
to say a little ditty
on a happy state of anything.

© 2016 by Shari Lynne Smothers

Poem #16 for 2016 National Poetry Month. It was time for a happy one, I guess. I just record them as they come. And tonight, it seems I was thinking on how I’m grateful for my journey.

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.