Tag Archives: NPM 2010

Hope for Plain Sailing

Relationships and occupations
death in the family
and other amputations
weddings and grocery shopping.
Life offers up bumps and twists
at every stage we travel through.
Racism, sexism,
just I-don’t-want-to-know-you.
Chest pain, stomach ache, swine flu,
and better and worse are the
land mines we negotiate trying
to keep our souls in tact.

Endings, standings,
delivering come-uppings,
births and christenings.
Finding acceptance.
Hugging a bigot or keeping your distance.
Successful surgeries, bed rest
meditation and medications
that pull us from the edge
bringing us back for more of this.

It’s all part of the journey.
To each of us our portions of
crazy and volatile with
a measure of calm mixed in.
Plain sailing then is
a matter of perception
and depends on
what gumption we bring
to each situation.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

This poem is for the napowrimo prompt #24, find a phrase Visit the post to see the details of this prompt. “Plain sailing” caught and kept my attention.

Roger Rabbit takes Requests

December twenty-third
at the World mall
bedecked in celebration splendor
as kids approached Santa’s station.
Tiny translucent St. Roger?
is on the throne
greeting kids big and small.

I’m so excited it’s Christmas time!
Welcome girls and boys.
I’ll gladly take your letters,
all sticky with chocolate dreams
for magic gifts
and backyard swings.
Let’s talk about those toys!

Children brought their lists
to hand in with a grin.
First one then another
approached the translucent gent
despite the distraction
of his very long rabbit ears,
to impart last minute
gift requests only to get
treats that left them perplexed.

Roger was unaware of
the concern he seemed to be causing.
As he continued his happy banter
and handing out carrot sticks,
he bade each child a giddy
and very special holiday wish:
Merry Christmas kiddies!
You won’t see me soon!
But worry not, you’ll know I’m there
listen for my purple bassoon!

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

This poem is for the napowrimo prompt #23, unlikely couples Visit the post to see the details of this prompt. It works even better in your head if you can hear Roger Rabbit’s lisp and inflection.

Welcome the Hummingbird

Hummingbird in Tree
The coral honeysuckle
cut down late this year
sprouts new tendrils
showing fierce resistance
to death.
Bare brown twigs
will grow to green. Soon
rust red flowers,
just a touch of saffron on edges,
bloom to beckon the hummingbirds
who will come darting in
at dizzying speeds
to drink the sweet nectar,
giving delight just to watch them
about their important mission
in ecology.

One of the lovelier events
nature does offer.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

This poem is for the napowrimo prompt #22, a wordle Visit the post to see the details of this prompt. The words I used are: saffron, rust, tendril, fierce, dizzy.

Our Perfect World

Perfection is nature
bereft of nothing.

Animals plants insects
break die live kill grow
sprout new life
thrive without deliberateness
of choosing
eventually dying out
making room for new ones.
No more is the woolly mammoth.
Today we have
it’s current Asian relative
the elephant.

In the midst of the majesty
that breathes all around
is man
clumsy, crafty,
seemingly the only creature
not instinctively aware
of the course
uniquely his to follow.
He searches.

In a relative frenzy
of awkward ignorant insistence
he makes his way
disrupting the natural
flow of life,
by choices he trusts are best.
Still, some move just slow enough
to see and appreciate
the magic inherent in
the existence of everything,
before it’s time to leave
that others may come.

And the circles continue
expand and constrict.
And even
things judged flaws
are seen and
understood to have
their unique places of worth.

For, perfection is
nature bereft of nothing.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

This poem is for the napowrimo prompt #21, perfectly flawed Visit the post to see the details of this prompt.

I have no Heroes

Don’t get me wrong.
I benefit, my life’s enriched
by amazing things some do.
However, the mantle hero
seems only to
derange and dement
the object and worshiper alike.

So it would seem
I save myself a measure of grief.

And then too, not having heroes
seems saner than to
assign a bevy of
unfounded attributes
of strong moral fiber and such
to a veritable stranger
who does well
one thing or a few.

So without being
my own hero,
it seems I take excellent care
of myself on this important front.

And that’s more than enough.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

This poem is for the napowrimo prompt #20, the hero poem Visit the post to see the details of this prompt.

Slow to Wake

Accepted trust betrayed
doesn’t bring clarity
right away.

First comes
stunning dumbstruck
numbness.

Slowly, the feeling
begins to return
and the hurt
threatens suffocation.

Sheer necessity borne of
instinct to fight for every breath
gives rise
to inspired ideas on
how to get
oxygen out and in.

It was at about that point
when it dawned in soul
my way through
was to hear your voice
one last time
telling me something
meaningful

You release me!

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

This poem is for the napowrimo prompt #19, light bulb moments Visit the post to see the details of this prompt.