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TWW: A Wreck

Joy is present from time to time.
Elation another matter;
it’s scarce I find.
Sadness and grief
yet another story.
At the opposite end
of my emotions spectrum
they keep me company,
unwelcome as it is
more frequently than anything.
So adamant are they
to see me not lonely
until I frustrate myself.
Rage comes in and oddly
seems the only thing
to adequately pacify my grief
and stanch my burning tears.

© 2016 by Shari Lynne Smothers

3WW Poem for Week 476 I know I should get off the grieving truths over the loss of my mother. But, really, it’s such fertile fodder for tilling my emotions to unearth the morose verse. I’ll let it keep me until it’s spent, and I hope I’ll know when that is.

Savoring Spring

Springtime sunshine
lights a cool breeze.
Gentle airs embrace
first blossoms, paint
landscapes awake out of
winter’s dormancy
Temperate days and cool nights
invite me to stay forever
in every small moment
I enter.
Each one that receives me
I never want to leave it
even to enter the next.
This bittersweet dance continues
until one day
there is no more coolness
and what comes next
is the vicious
attack of Summer’s heat.

© 2016 by Shari Lynne Smothers

Poem #9 for National Poetry Month. I had to do a picture about my favorite season. I picked Spring, but Fall is lovely too as they have different attractive characteristics. The selling point that keeps me with each of them, is the temperate weather.

Too Tired to Stop Myself

It’s so late to be thinking about words
that may or may not rhyme.
Whether or not they convey
the thought I’m trying to say
into someone else’s comprehension.
Facing tomorrow too tired
to be as productive as I need to be.
It’s crazy to let myself go without rest.
But there’s just so much on my mind
until I can’t unwind it all, easily
and so not in a timely manner.

Knowing that, here I sit even with
all the drama on my mind
regarding every, every-day thing of my life
it’s become necessary to write a poem daily—
because it is,
and I’m just too tired to fight it.

© 2016 by Shari Lynne Smothers

Poem #8 for National Poetry Month. I want to stop everything in my world and rest.