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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.

NaPoWriMo Update #3: Important News!

I was hoping someone would step up and say it isn’t so. But it didn’t happen. Read Write Poem soon will be nothing more than a fine repository of fine writing and writer links. You see it’s closing after April 30, 2010.

The forum was started on Read Write Poem’s site to discuss the closing, the sentiment, the next steps.

What comes after Read Write Poem closes was anyone’s guess. In this information post at his blog, Bearly Audible, Neil Reid has links that really need to be explored.

And he’s gone much further! Neil has done this awesome thing of opening a new community site, We Write Poems, as an option for Read Write Poem members to join. If you’re familiar with the writers at Read Write Poem, or become familiar by reading the postings there, you’ll be happy to know that several of the talents from RWP are participating in Neil’s new site. That is pretty cool!

So are many others stepping up with ways to continue doing what brings them joy. Among them, Rob Kistner returning to his Writer’s Island for regular weekly prompts. And, he presents links to other prompt sites for our participation.

No Longer Active, Still Vital

This is all quite new to me. Once I decided to post more of my writing and engage poetry more fully, it quickly became clear that it wasn’t something I wanted to do alone. I may have mentioned how thrilled I was to have finally gotten up the nerve to tap into some great poetry communities.

When I went for it, Read Write Poem was one of the first ones I found that I braved. I will always be glad I started there. Having the opportunity to continue with this community of poem writers is just a big ol’ gift I eagerly accept.

I’m keeping the Read Write Poem badge in my sidebar as long as it remains online for exploration. And I’ll add other badges for sites I participate in, first up We Write Poems, coming soon.

Everything related to RWP’s NaPoWriMo event is in place. You can visit this link to read about the plans for the online anthology of some poems from this month’s submissions.

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’m not a Cat Person

What makes one
a cat person I wonder.
The felines or people,
who would know better?
How is she distinguished
one human from another?
No outward markers signify,
“Come hither feline
it’s fine
I’m a cat lover.”

In my case, I’m more inclined
to pause for a canine
though I’m just not
an animal person.

And it apparently
doesn’t work on the animals
to proclaim your position.
I tried stating aloud to one
“I don’t think cats are fun.”

The cat hunched her back
seeming to fit all her body
against one of my legs
as if she didn’t follow my message.

Then she purred her forgiveness
for my misstatement.
To her it was obvious,
I just didn’t yet know
the fullness of my own
cat connection.

Despite her seeming to know this
and the way I just don’t get it
I’ll trust my disposition and allergies
and continue to keep my distance.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

This poem is for the napowrimo prompt #18, meow! Visit the post to see the details of this prompt.

Smells like Home

I remember fragrance.
He liked subtle colognes.
Different ones,
each complemented
what was uniquely him.
It was the smell
of church Sunday morning.
The smell I breathed in
when he helped me inside
after I fell off my bicycle.

And the smell of him
when he returned home
from a business trip.
He had hugs
and kisses all around.
And conversations for mom.
They exchanged
home updates and trip recaps
while my brothers and I
rummaged through
the designated suitcase for souvenirs.
I got T-shirts neatly packed.

I put them in my shirt drawer
so it smelled of
dad, security, home.

Interestingly now,
some odd days
a look in my neatly folded
t-shirt drawer
catches me up in a whirlwind
that blows in the memories
that trigger the familiar,
missed scent that was my dad’s
and I’m home wherever I land.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

This poem is for the napowrimo prompt #16, what’s that smell Visit the post to see the details of this prompt.

Who put it There?

Times I saw you see me
and I knew you were with me.

Then came the days
my eyes never found yours.
Always they were searching
no more gazing at me.

Now I see it in your eyes
the way they used to see
and I wonder who put it there
‘cause it sure wasn’t me.

I won’t block your view
you can’t see me anymore.
Just go on my way
‘cause I’ve done all I can.

Now I see it in your eyes
the way it once was with me.
I wonder who put it there.
Who could she be?

I just wonder who put it there
‘cause it sure wasn’t me.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

This poem is for the napowrimo prompt #15, carrying a tune Visit the post to see the details of this prompt. I can almost hear it but I can’t keep the rhythm tight.