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Day 22: My Ultimate Stand

I took a stand on politics
and stumbled over what I didn’t know.
I took a stand on religion
and sat down on faith’s accepting openness.
I took a stand on bullying
and faltered on what little I could do to affect this.

I took a stand on person-hood
and knew this was my soapbox
for quiet, important changes.
I choose consciously daily
to make manifest the best
that lives in me.
And on the platform
of this empowering choice
I stand to face any circumstance.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

Day 22 prompt: Write a poem ‘that takes or makes a stand’; details here from 2010 November PAD Chapbook Challenge

Day 21: Thanks, No

I appreciate your giving me
the opportunity
to facilitate you in your infidelity.
I appreciate the argument you make
how I came early and first,
but you were too confused
to understand my value
in the whole scheme of things.
I thank you for gifting me
with the chance to be the we
we were meant to be
and applaud your use
of a well-timed
“Better late than never.”

I must respectfully—or dis—
decline your invitation.
I find I’m elated, psyched,
with thirty years joy retroactively
that I was spared our
serious relationship.
Especially now I see
where we would be
had we been we
from way back when.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

Day 21 prompt: Write a poem giving, refusing, or asking permission; details here from 2010 November PAD Chapbook Challenge

Day 20: Gray Areas

In defense of Gray Areas

The concept of right or wrong
is considered black and white, yet we know better.
And we
in our infinite wisdom and
moral frailty, have seen fit
to gray it up a bit.
But that’s just
a rationalization to
do wrong things that come to us.

Eggs or bacon, blue cheese
or ranch dressing.
Strangulation, stabbing
or gun shot wounding.
The last of the coffee or tea
neither of which belongs to me.

When you’re searching
for the right or wrong of a thing,
don’t do that.
Instead, take the argument
weigh it out
take the lesser of two evils,
since, right or wrong
is usually too far to get to.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

Day 20 prompt: Write a ‘what’s wrong or right’ poem; details here from 2010 November PAD Chapbook Challenge

I thought I could eek out one more bad draft but it seems this will be my last one before midnight. And since I can’t finish the third one for today, I’m stopping now to go to sleep. This is the best idea when I consider that I’m actually nodding off at my computer—that’s gotta be a sign.

Day 19: Poem with a Hole

Filling In

Hole: space or area void of material connecting to the surrounding surface; throughway.

Holes equal mysteries.
People are strangers
seeking communities
or isolation.
We only see slivers of
one another, some with
more holes than substance.
And bravely
we chance getting closer,
though all we can know
is what they show
what we see
and the rest
is a mystery.

These holes are rich with
possibilities, mundane
and obscure. I peer through
with fact and imagination
to fill them up
to cross the chasms
emptiness creates. For me,
each empty space then
does ooze with
fodder for a musing day.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

Day 19 prompt: Write a poem ‘with a hole in it’; details here from 2010 November PAD Chapbook Challenge

Day 18: Lost & Found Poem

You are so lovely in spirit
in appearance and deed.
Is it any wonder I lost myself
in your loving countenance?

My thoughts become iterations
of your insights I ingested
just being in your presence.
No need and no knowledge
have I of where you end and
I really begin.

It never dawned fully in me
that this was the wrong way to be.
Nothing stirred above a low hum
that you and I could be a more rounded we,
that embracing our individuality
would bring a closer, fuller, us.

As time went by we spent less time
being inseparable at home and out.
I learned to be without you and to
hear my own opinions and inclinations.

My interesting discovery upon
receiving my Self in full intelligence
was that I brought much more to us
as a complete me with my own
insights, reflections and choices.

I’ve found, it seems, the more delightful we
that rejoices and revels in a collection
of thoughts instead of a collective mind
that endeavors to move sluggishly forward in
the unnatural cadence of two inclompletes
laboring to move as one.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

Day 18 prompt: Write a ‘lost & found’ poem; details here from 2010 November PAD Chapbook Challenge

This poem will likely look a lot different when I return with my scissors. I like it, but I don’t and just now I can’t put my finger on the brokenness. I’ll work it out in editing time—if I don’t return to it later. By then, I’ll likely have a title too.