Friday, April 18, 2014

Reflected in the Water


I have always loved water;
grew up on the border
where land and river meet.
I delighted  
in water sounds,
in its feel, cool and smooth,
in things living
in the shallows and depths,
and the off-chance
of spotting a water sprite.

I’m not a strong swimmer
living inland
and growing old.
But I still love the river
and I am not afraid of drowning,
so why do I just keep treading water?

 This is for dVerse where we were asked for some kind of self-portrait.  Check it out, the examples given really helped shaped what I came up with.  Also for PAD and NaPoWriMo Day 18.

Thursday, April 17, 2014


     I feather my nest
     with odds and ends and whimsy;
     A layer of down to cushion
     the sharp, jagged edges
     of every day.

      Birds Nest  by anastridende

This is for Day 17 of PAD / NaPoWriMo and linked to IGRT.  

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Escape Clause

When we converse
all I can think is
Does the panic show
in a white-rimmed eye,
if you bothered
 to look?

I can feel your words,
smooth, sweet, dangerous
sliding down my back.
I am wary, ungrateful,
as I silently begin
chewing off my foot.

does not suit me.

For PAD and NaPoWriMo, Day 16

My Irrational Fear

It’s been a long, bleak day.
Winter stays to long,
with its cold and snow.
Tonight, we pack up the babies,
their stroller, their stuff
(so much baby stuff)
into the car,
even though we know
it’s too late already.
We go to the mall
that is warm and full of distractions.
But the babies are too tired,
too fussy,
and the screaming begins.
We ‘stroll’ once around
then give up.
Daddy goes for the car
as I stand at the doors,
with the babies, their stroller, and their stuff
(so much baby stuff)
pushing little fists and feet
into snow suits.
Utterly defeated,
I wait.
The car doesn’t appear.
As I rifle through all the baby stuff
I realize
I never brought MY stuff:
cell phone, money, cards, keys.
Looking out into the dark
I wonder,
what if

My babies are grown now, and my dear husband never drove off and left us.  He never would.  But I can remember many times being in that situation and having that wild, irrational thought pop into my head.  What if he just kept driving...
For PAD and NaPoWriMo day 15.

Happy Birthday Kate!

My girl is 24 today.
Yesterday she was 7
Last week she was brand new.
8 pounds, 13 ounces,
round and red
with a perfect 
rosebud mouth.

What happened
to all those years?

My best advice -
don’t blink!
Don’t even blink…

My amazing daughter Kathryn is 24 today.  The poem really says it all!  I have no idea where all those years went, but I am so proud of the young woman she has become.  PAD and NaPoWriMo day 14.

Water Music

    I want music
    like water
    fluid, smooth
    and deep enough
    to drown in.

     Image from Wiki free images: Bach Violin Sonata No. 1 in G minor

For April, National Poetry Month, Day 13.  

You Never Know

Despise not small things, either for evil or good, for a look may work thy ruin, or a word create thy wealth. - A spark is a little thing, yet it may kindle the world.  – Martin Farquhar Tupper

A spark is a little thing, yet 
When Kate comes home
she falls asleep on the couch
every night
with the TV on.
In the morning,
I turn off the set, pick up her
plate, Kleenex, water;

Otis wakes her up.
Fifteen pounds of
of super-charged, tail wagging,
face licking, fur
planted on her chest
is surprisingly a way
she (mostly) likes to wake up.

I bring her coffee and tell her
“budge up, ya great lump”
and we giggle, because
we read all the Harry Potter’s together,
loved them.
Then we talk.

Last year, for a little while,
I got it in my head that
I resented picking up
bringing coffee,
every morning,
Then one day, from the next, room
I overheard her tell her friend,
“I love going home –
my mom brings me coffee,
every morning
it’s great.

You just never know
what will make a memory.

PAD, NaPoWriMo Day 12