post-a-poem 8 {2012}

the things i wish i would have said
would fill the hole in the ozone layer
they are sharp and jagged
and full of acid
bitter bone dry dusty pills to swallow
they stick in your throat
like chalk
and dirt
and splintered grains of glass.

the things i wish i would have said...
the things i let you say to me
if i could rewind
i would be a much meaner girl
instead
of little ole meek and mild me.

but there is no rewind
there is only moving foward from here
and the truth is
i wouldn't go back anyway.

{this was inspired by a prompt given by liz in her poem it out course...things i wish i would have said...}



post-a-poem 6 {2012}

i know i missed the weekend...i knew that i would...
a wedding that saw me starting at 8 am
and finishing in a snowstorm
{a 45 minute drive extended to an hour and a half}
getting home at midnight
had me spending the next day with the aftermath
plus a cold starting.

but today.
today there was a new prompt
and sunshine
and reclaimed energy.

this girl, she...is the prompt

this girl...she stands before the night
she is a tyrant of her own apathy
she dances with a veil of
     delusions and delight
and she longs to pass you her truth
{if you would only hold out your hand}
she longs to pass you her sad and lonely disgrace
{if only you would promise
     to understand}
but instead
     she tiptoes along a luminous thread
          following the galaxy of teeny tiny stars
              and allows herself
                     to get lost in the
                         blur
                          that
                           becomes the trajectory
                                    of one's life.

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 
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 
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.


 


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