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) 

pulling it all together for one poetry filled month

serendipity is a funny thing.

for the last 3 years or so
i have attempted some version of
napowrimo...
i have tried to post a poem a day...
last year
i took a step further and made myself a list
of what i wanted to accomplish during the national poetry month of april...

i make no secret
of the fact
that i am enamored by liz elayne...
i read her blog faithfully
and daydream about the day
that i can attend one of her retreats...

the other day
i stopped by her blog
and she spoke about her new online workshop
poem it out.

poems.
in april.
for a month.
{give or take a day or two}.

but
{as always}
i wondered
do i have the money...
checked my card and realized i had way more on there than i thought.

so.
in april i will be poem-ing it out
and attemping to post once a day
while also using some of list from last year...

oh.
this could be fun.
:O)

5 really good things on a monday

happy mail...a new pair of boots...a self magazine... 


 16 didn't make it through to the next round 
but i was pretty damn proud of her...
and i think...
who is that brave pretty girl 
with the sass and the attitude...

 french vanilla cappucino
in a tall glass
bought a new smurf while we were away...
no pictures of him yet...
but they'll come soon

a poem by 16 that blew. my. mind.
i'll see if she'll let me share it.

2 hours on the boardwalk

thursday was unbeleivably warm
i went home after work at 3:30
threw on a t shirt and capris
and went for a walk on the boardwalk...

i didn't bring my camera
and once i started walking,
i regretted that decision...
and then i remembered there is a camera
on my phone
(not an i phone but still...a camera)
so i took it out and played with it...
and it was fun...
i ended up being there for over 2 hours
and it
was so incredibly awesomely
warm...

i sat here on one of these rocks
with bare feet 
and the sun on my face
and listened to the birds and the water rushing beneath the ice
and 
felt 
like i 
was
melting
into spring.

and i liked it.