post-a-poem, april sixteen

you are geothermal
to me
buried deep in my ground...
you are looped into my system,
circulating raw heat and energy
round and round...

(even when the air is cold...
you
bring
me
warm)

you maximize my pressure points...
you give me structure,
you give me form.

we waste no energy,
you and i...
you are the BTU to my PSI.

the prompt at readwritepoem was to use
jargon...terminology you use every day...
and this is what i do...i work in kitchens & bathrooms,
plumbing and heating...i loved this prompt.

post-a-poem, april thirteen

i think i need to
delve deeper to find you
my blue eyed girl
my urchin
my song...
as your years go up
my pedestal goes down
and i need to work harder
to make it strong

(i am your mother
you are my daughter...)

i don't want to lose you
in the waves of the day
i don't want to have been too busy to hear you
as the crush carries you further away
instead i will slow myself to listen
i will still myself, i will hear,
and i will stay.

setback but back on track

it feels as though i have been gone
for ages
when really it has only been days.

i am back now
but i feel a little out of my loop,
off my track,
loose and wobbly
my wheels spinning in every other direction
except poetry...
i am thinking bathroom renovation,
garden planting, landscaping,
paint scraping, recipe making...

i am going to push myself to get back
on the poetry track and finish out the month
but not sure if it will happen or not...

and eight is totally better...
back to school and to playing outside
and to being his usual goofy, sweet self...
thank you for all the sweet comments left...
it means a lot.
xo