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Day 30: I know Some Things

See actions and those
perpetrating them; begin
to understand things.

* * *

If at first you don’t
succeed in the path you choose
regroup, re-plot yours.

* * *

Care what happens: All
children, better and worse do
impact our futures.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

Three lessons learned is what I chose to write about. As of this writing, I’m my assessor. So I can only hope I learned them properly. Because I do believe my life depends on them.

Day 30 prompt: Write a ‘lesson learned’ or ‘never learned’ poem; details here from 2010 November PAD Chapbook Challenge

Day 29: Finish and Forget It

First I’m going to say
a prayer of thanks
and then for forgiveness in advance.
Because after that
I’m gonna kick the hell out of
my nagging self-doubting voice.
When her virtual knees buckle
I’m lobbing off her head.
And when I’m sure she’s broken down
I’m removing her victory crown
to place it on my own.
Then I’ll sit and pick my poems for
the P-A-D challenge submission.
I’ll edit them, send them and
lastly, forget it.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

Day 29 prompt: Write a ‘next steps’ poem; details here from 2010 November PAD Chapbook Challenge

Day 28: Crutches

The party line states
my hip socket created
the problem almost from birth.
Its poor development was
the reason for
two surgeries
at six and thirty-one.

But that’s not really it.
What really happened was
not one at six at all.
I took off that year from school
indulging my blossoming
diva temperament.

In the next twenty-some years
I continued to grow
in creativity and discontent
which I kept tightly bottled in.

Then in some mad angst
to assuage an old rebellion
that still wore my name upon it,
I found one outrageous motorcyclist
whose only intent for me
was to be an accomplice
in creating one hellacious ruckus.

My crutches then were the result of
our most raucous excursion ever.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

Day 28 prompt: Write a ‘what really happened’ poem; details here from 2010 November PAD Chapbook Challenge

I’m glad I remembered this. I really did try using a variation of this explanation once. My youngest brother dimed me out when he saw that his friend believed me. Fun times!

Day 27: Blame the Dissonance

Happy voices infused
with sad remembrances.
Great meals in celebration;
missing the first hands
that prepared them.
Lovely thoughts of those
no longer with us.
How much they influenced us.
Time passes and more go
leaving us behind
in good times, with great memories
reasons to really miss them.

Some years, holidays
can really ring in
joy-laced melancholy sentiment.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

Day 27 prompt: Write a ‘Blame the (blank)’ poem; details here from 2010 November PAD Chapbook Challenge

Day 26: Life too Fast

Up early
working through tasks
front end, background
one after another,
worrying about
next connections
or lack of
before lunch on the fly;
   —forgot I swallowed.

Rush through afternoon
cranking out lines,
verses, stories,
missing meeting beating
self-inflicted deadlines;
   —no time to regret relax savor it.

Finally, dinner time,
last written words before
nodded before
after-dinner salad.
Five a.m.
Time to start again.

I don’t remember
my head
touching down
on the pillow last night.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

Day 26 prompt: Write an ‘on the run’ poem; details here from 2010 November PAD Chapbook Challenge

Day 24: Ideal Writing Spaces

It may be that in
the kitchen between
stirring pots, I’m switched on,
clear, open to the
alternate perspective of
slow rolling bubbles in
a very garlicky tomato sauce,
along with the heady imagery
that aroma engages.

It may be, on the
random stairwell landing
I’m attuned to an
imagined soul bereft of
all hope, who took
the ultimate leap.
Only to realize too far out
and below the rail, that
things really could get better
especially now you see, it’s
too short a fall to end it all,
and easily to long not to break.

It may be that in a dark room
lights erased by bad weather
the howling gale force winds
dictate and I must put pen to paper
by dim flashlight
to record the words coming to me.

You may think these are not
all great writing spaces,
but I’ve come to know
the powers that be
are much brighter than me
and knew all along
it never matters.

I could be on a bus
with a pen and an empty hand,
only skin to capture fodder
and that would become
an ideal writing space. I learned
it never does matter
where and when I am.
What sets the location is
the Self I bring to the table,
since the perfect
writing spaces are in me
and rely on my mind
to create them,
to call them into existence.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

Day 24 prompt: Write a ‘spaces’ poem; details here from 2010 November PAD Chapbook Challenge