May 27, 2012 § 5 Comments
how to build a proper nest for time…
link, loop like straw, tuck, paper like twine.
foxes and box kites knocking the clime,
Momma’s little yoke,
chichi calcium, nature’s design…
Momma’s baby folk.
Another form, the Burns Stanza found here.
May 18, 2012 § 6 Comments
He kept them up last night till I got home from overtime. It was like heaven.
“Mommy! Mommy! I got all smiley faces!!”
“Mommmmmeeee mommmeeeee potty!”
She with the blackish brown eyes ran at me and hugged my belly.
The LittleOne ran at me and hugged my legs. A blond and brown pony tail met my eyes as I looked down at my babies, my growing, loving babies that I created. I carried. I care for.
“Ok, back here to finish your stories.” My Love is beaming from the bed, knowing he did a nice, RIGHT thing, proud of himself for lasting ONE MORE DAY as a single dad while I work the 7 to 7 overtime. More money for our struggling family. The little pony tails bounce back to the bed. They climb up, but still face me, chattering like sparrows.
“Mommy, I have a splinter you need to get out.” She with the blackish brown eyes shows me her soft palm, with a tiny sliver of wood in it. My heart soars. I AM the one who deals with splinters. He can’t take it, but moms have to do the things that cause pain to create healing.
“Booboo! Booboo!” Not to be outdone, The LittleOne shows me a fresh shin bruise that I simply must kiss immediately.
Off to get the tweezers, my eyes fill a little. Yes, I’m tired (boy there should be a different word for HOW tired), so a little emotion is predictable.
But really, it was honest joy. Look at all my gifts…
May 4, 2012 § 5 Comments
Trying to balance
And the writing
About the doing
That I can
I love being anyone else but me
Maybe I need to change a dose
I pull tides of bitterness
Like an evil moon
If I chance submersion
To my new form
Demand the moon
Get the cheese
I’m like no other
Cracker jack idea
When we’re all alone
What’s my prize
For digging down deep
No cereal box treasure map
I’ll make something of nothing
And get back to you
All new plans
Point at and laugh
The old new plans
Couldn’t I exhale and be better?
May 1, 2012 § Leave a comment
Of the human garden
Its equal opportunity
Swallow and dissolve
Capacity to know
Less successful at forgetting.
You want them to be silly hearts
April 3, 2012 § 6 Comments
The crows, floating
With the wire
Under their claws
Beseeched not to pause
The south, they went
March 28, 2012 § 2 Comments
The bus had been 19 hours and 12 minutes of wasted time.
“What were you thinking?”
“I don’t know. I obviously wasn’t thinking, judging by your reaction.”
She was now seated on the bench at the bus station, under the pretense of waiting for the next bus. In her hands, she held the pocket watch.
“This one? Miss, this one is an expensive watch.”
“Ok. Cash or charge?”
“Is it extra to engrave?”
“No, Miss. It’s complimentary. I will get you a sheet of paper.”
For he whose I am.
Counting her money again, she hesitated from buying a ticket. Why did she think he would come and stop her? Just because she came so far? Held back this long, her tears were heavy, overripe and finally fell like devastating bombs on the dry skin of her hands.
Feeling better after her cry, she stood up with purpose to buy her ticket and return home. She would write the whole thing off as an experience, an adventure, and fodder for her work. Maybe she would even get a book out of it…
“Violet!” Then, he was there.