post-a-poem 5 {2012}

there are
two
bright blue bands
on the light pole
across the street
and i
wonder what
they are there for?
who put them there
and why...
what do they signify
{to you}...
{to me}
i think
they must be
a symbol
a sign
a declaration
a cry
a love note written in duct tape
a secret, a surprise
a cryptic poem in linear lines
to be deciphered
if you blur your eyes
just
enough
and stand
far enough away
from
your own
heavy
heart.

post-a-poem 4 {2012}

i am following the plans and prompts and exercises on 

liz's poem it out e-course and 

loving it...

truly loving it.

although i am feeling pre-wedding photography jitters

as i have my first wedding

for this season on saturday

and i am not ready for easter

and feel overwhelmed and 

just a little skittery-scattery-all-over-the-place

i 

am 

also

just trying to take a deep breath

and 

be here...be steady...be slow

be patient with my own thoughts.

so tonight,

i tried an exercise she suggested

and although i was afraid i was not going to be able to settle

and that it was not going to happen tonight

i ended up being 

extremely happy with what came out of it...

i'm not sure if this is a 

poem note

or if it is, in fact, finished...but here it is regardless.

we asked you to pick up the tires

     you had scattered

     all over the lawn

{once again, we are the neighbors 

     no one wants to know}

{they avoid us when they go door to door

    selling their goddamned girl guide cookies}.

this morning, i looked out

and saw that you had built 

   an inukshuk of sorts

     from 3 car tires

with an old metal chair 

    you had rescued from the side of the road

         perched proudly on top

like a totem...

     like a love note...

          to me.

and i carry it in my heart.

 

 sooc

poem it out 3 {2012} and i'm already a day behind...

last night
it was a headache
of grand
proportions
that had me going to bed
at 4 in the afternoon
still wearing the dress
i wore to work
and sleeping til 6 this morning.

no writing, no reading
barely any dreaming
just waking in starts and stops
and thinking
yes...it's still there....
the headache is not gone yet.

echoes of it remain today.

but i wanted to stop by,
just to get my post in...

to get my poem in...

a walk to work- silent sun in my eyes
words bouncing and tumbling
ideas forming and shaping
shifting and evolving
i can't keep up
with my own pace

blue sky above the green of the tree
time
endless
blows me away
stream of conciousness in a 
quiet office
scribble scrabble sketchy etchings
of a twenty minute walk

a foray into my mind. 

post-a-poem 2 {2012}

i am doing liz lamoreux's e course
and today
was the first day...

there was talk of meditation
and putting your pen to paper
and of wondering
what drew you to poetry...

to be honest,
i feel that i don't write poetry,
i scribble
and i confess
and i lie and i vent.
i don't edit.
i don't write with an audience in mind.
i don't share
{except here}{and there}

but i do purge.
i release.

it has always been this way for me.
ever since that day in grade ten
when i found
the lyrics to
with or without you
handwritten on a torn piece of looseleaf
on the locker room floor
and thought it was a poem
and my head cracked open just a little bit
as i thought
THIS could be what poetry is.
there are no stanzas, no rules,
just words {and i love words}
strung together in a way that evoked
feeling
in me...

and to be consistent, here is a purging of my own:

how long has it been
since i have sat
pen and paper in hand
no other distractions...
no flickering lights to pull me away
no internet connection
no proxy no server
just me
and my paper and pen
and time...
time to listen to myself again

post-a-poem 1 {2012}

April 1.

8:40 pm.

i have thought about this off and on all day.
the first day of my self-imposed post a poem a day challenge...
can i do it...will i do it...
{i need to beleive that i can, that i will...
because there have been so many times i have attempted things like this
and stopped dead short in the middle of a breath.}

so here goes...
attempt number one...


tonight I scatter words
happenstance and willy nilly
like rose petals at a failed wedding...
like mismatched china
and dollar store dishes.
I put the cracked with the fragile and the longstemmed crystal
next to the broken teacup.
I toss the words with wild abandon,
they rain on my shoulders
like snow
melting on my tongue
and turning my heart
cold.

edited to say that i realize now that i was not late...i was actually very early...
considering i posted this on march 31 :O)