My Christmas New Year Holiday

Author: Shari Smothers

Dec 31

25
Cold, bright Christmas day
dressed in gratitude for my
family and faith.

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26
Cold, clear winter day
and I’m quiet entreating
my voice to return.

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27
Saints versus Falcons
Monday night game threatened my
throat’s recovery.

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28
Sinuses clearing
throat pain abating nicely;
my strength’s returning.

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29
Mostly back to me
voice hollow cavernous like
the winter night’s wind.

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30
I woke this morning
fearful my throat un-mended
imagined big setbacks.

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31
I’m ready to shed
leaves of this long year; ready
for new year’s flowering.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

Haiku Vignettes of my Christmas holiday celebration, joyfully celebrated through minor pain and fatigue from fighting a sore throat and sinus infection.

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New Year Wishes for 2011

Author: Shari Smothers

Dec 30

Closing the year of twenty ten
we make ready to begin again
working out the nuances and moves
to get the best from each tomorrow.

May you succeed at every turn
maintain bridges not burn
ones you may need
to help others cross with you.

Enjoy your celebration
putting this year well behind you.
Enjoy your anticipation
receiving the fruit
of your labor in the year ahead of you.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

It’s New Year’s Eve and I’m hoping that everyone is having a great time. I’m hoping that everyone is looking forward to a better year than the greatest year they may have had this year, or ever.

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After

Author: Shari Smothers

Dec 16

Caring hands’ work ends
Loved ones pass away. Void fills
From gratitude’s well.

Our selfless caring
effort’s reward: that we can
know our best was done.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

A recent death in my family and the funeral this weekend got me thinking about the role of the care-giver after the work is done. The process of getting through these tough times, isn’t easy to understand, and it helps me just to mull it over. I guess these writings will keep coming out until I discover the answer, or become otherwise distracted.

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Haunted Holidays

Author: Shari Smothers

Dec 16

‘Tis the season to be jolly.
So goes the holiday rhetoric.
Leave the melancholy we come to know
as we age, at home, behind us
as we head off to
holiday celebrations.

The memories can come.
After all, what’s a day of joy
without a thought to my missed father
or the grandmothers who
got things started before him.

Comes a time their histories
the joys they brought to the season
outweigh for at least the days’ rejoicing
the heaviness of missing them.
Discussing them, we play the funny
happy scenarios over and laugh
again at our antics and how good
we were with them.

Flying high on the euphoria of
the great feeling they left with me,
softens the landing back at reality
in the days just after the parties end.
Time to settle back into daily routines
with the memories of them and somewhere in,
the new holiday stories I make
apart from, and yet, because of them.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

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How Long?

Author: Shari Smothers

Dec 10

It’s the question I have just now.
How long before crazy
starts to show on my face
spawned of the stress of life
un- and under-employment,
words said in poetic verse
to the universe with no one
interested to hear or read once?

Months of intermittent sleepless nights
start to betray me in my speech,
filled with disconnected thoughts and
what looks like nodding off in mid-sentence
is already my lot.

So, I just need to know when will it show
in my face and my actions
for all to look and see, possibly even
staring and laughing at me?
And one more: if this should show up on me,
will people tell me or just let me be,
looking all crazy and everything?

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

Process Note: I remember a song that talked about the way you feel showing on your face. I thought about some of the faces I see and the stories that lie behind their eyes. And I wondered when it is that we become so readable to others. And another thought for future writing: what is it that transforms thoughts, feelings and experiences into the stuff that makes up our physical appearance.

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Elusive Sleep

Author: Shari Smothers

Dec 1

Ah, there you are
the vestigial sprouts of sleep.
I searched everywhere for you
almost went outside to check for you.
And here you show, right at my side.
Awaiting my call? I think not.

More likely it is
that you know
just when to show up—
just passed when
I need you most.
Or, alternately,
you too, had had enough
and decided to return home
to get whatever it is
you get from me
when I manage to sleep.

No matter your reason for appearing
in my eleventh sleepless hour,
I’m grateful you came
before my alternate next:
a psychotic break beckoned by
late stages of sleep deprivation.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

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