Tag Archives: Poem
Hero Factor
One luminous, still summer day,
you said it was perfect to paint the shutters.
To my delight you let me, even though mom said
only use my brothers. Well into the job,
I beamed brighter than the sun’s rays
when you said my work was outstanding.
That day, I thought I could be
a professional house painter.
A very different summer day was
imbued [...]
Saints in the Superbowl
The Saints go marching
in, won against the Vikings
Superbowl bound, twenty ten.
© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers
Winter Cold
Winter cold is more
acceptable than summer—
strange psychology.
© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers
My Computer’s Fixed
Words of joy dancing
touching them eludes my tongue,
all systems online.
©2010 Shari Lynne Smothers
Deadlines
This is not the way
I wanted to spend the day,
mostly out of sorts
unable to order my thoughts
into any cohesive manner.
My head’s been spinning
and it seems focusing is lost to me.
Can’t figure out if it’s my head aching
or that I just don’t want
to do what I ought to be doing.
Editing is at the top of my [...]
Saints Haiku
Saints fall in their house,
cheer for Bears to win their prize
home field advantage.
The Work of Forward Motion
Once bitten twice shy
is the adage that flashes
on the walls of my thoughts.
And lately the neon words resonate,
as are made manifest and stolid
my ever-present collected hesitations.
It’s me on the verge
I see out there
close to losing everything
comprehension
competence
basic faith in my own ability
to do things
completely familiar to me.
Stepping off into Twenty Ten
aiming for changes to
return me to [...]
Watching TV and Writing
Watching television
not the best idea just now.
Luckily I often find it looking at me
as I work on editing
which captures most of my attention.
One of my favorite shows is airing.
But is this the right word
to translate my thoughts
to comprehensible language?
Vincent D’Onofrio’s character is making
insightful assessments from the start.
I’m languishing for ideas on
where best to cut each [...]
