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Day 27: Blame the Dissonance

Happy voices infused
with sad remembrances.
Great meals in celebration;
missing the first hands
that prepared them.
Lovely thoughts of those
no longer with us.
How much they influenced us.
Time passes and more go
leaving us behind
in good times, with great memories
reasons to really miss them.

Some years, holidays
can really ring in
joy-laced melancholy sentiment.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

Day 27 prompt: Write a ‘Blame the (blank)’ poem; details here from 2010 November PAD Chapbook Challenge

Day 26: Life too Fast

Up early
working through tasks
front end, background
one after another,
worrying about
next connections
or lack of
before lunch on the fly;
   —forgot I swallowed.

Rush through afternoon
cranking out lines,
verses, stories,
missing meeting beating
self-inflicted deadlines;
   —no time to regret relax savor it.

Finally, dinner time,
last written words before
healthy…evening…meal…
nodded before
after-dinner salad.
Five a.m.
Time to start again.

Sadly
I don’t remember
my head
touching down
on the pillow last night.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

Day 26 prompt: Write an ‘on the run’ poem; details here from 2010 November PAD Chapbook Challenge

Day 24: Ideal Writing Spaces

It may be that in
the kitchen between
stirring pots, I’m switched on,
clear, open to the
alternate perspective of
slow rolling bubbles in
a very garlicky tomato sauce,
along with the heady imagery
that aroma engages.

It may be, on the
random stairwell landing
I’m attuned to an
imagined soul bereft of
all hope, who took
the ultimate leap.
Only to realize too far out
and below the rail, that
things really could get better
especially now you see, it’s
too short a fall to end it all,
and easily to long not to break.

It may be that in a dark room
lights erased by bad weather
the howling gale force winds
dictate and I must put pen to paper
by dim flashlight
to record the words coming to me.

You may think these are not
all great writing spaces,
but I’ve come to know
the powers that be
are much brighter than me
and knew all along
it never matters.

I could be on a bus
with a pen and an empty hand,
only skin to capture fodder
and that would become
an ideal writing space. I learned
it never does matter
where and when I am.
What sets the location is
the Self I bring to the table,
since the perfect
writing spaces are in me
and rely on my mind
to create them,
to call them into existence.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

Day 24 prompt: Write a ‘spaces’ poem; details here from 2010 November PAD Chapbook Challenge

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