2024

Bonjour petite nouvelle année 
bienvenue à ce monde!
May you I finally
take advantage
of your charms
and not let you
pass by so quickly.
Sometimes I seem and can be
too self-absorbed
so much so I barely notice
what day, week or month I’m in
such a fool am I, when
(almost) every one
of your day should
be experienced to the fullest
lest it be our last one
God forbid that
moment should come
but I cannot deny my age
cannot deny I am entering
the late afternoon
or dare I say
,
evening phase
of this life
I still have too much to do
and sadly I've already said
goodbye to too many friends
barely in twilight

So what do I do now
How can I best
sustain my dreams?
Do I set goals,
make lists,
confirm plans,
nourish them
with flap jacks
before they clap back
or should I follow resolute trends
with my small posse
of friends.
I'd hate to miss out.
Yolo you know
but alas
I do have one goal
one dream I’ve been
working on for years
often setting it aside
overcome by details of the everyday
that often beat me to a pulp
and leave me in tears
then Im so behind
I forgot where I am
where the progress stands
watch it slip like sand

out of my hands.
Life is a not ironclad
and my poetic process
moves slow
I go with the flow
loll
the last few years
I’ve moved so slow
I forgot how to take a chance
and put myself out there
cared too much
what others think
I need to stop that now,
so here it goes
time to make each day count,
get outside
maybe smell a rose
despite my congested nose

memories

an intimate glitch

Ooooooh so there was a glitch 
in my scheme so it seemed
I thought because of his
Nordic good looks 
he would respond kindly
because I took the time to cook 
and baked these krumkake cookies 
for him 
hours, days and months of 
familiar, intimate conversation
I finally had the courage 
to show my appreciation
with more than a hope 
we could move beyond just friends
Alas, he looked at me aghast 
I don't know what to say 
Continue reading “an intimate glitch”

lost

Have to take a moment, let my eyes 
adjust and my pupils dilate, 
Oh! the musty scent of the damp stones, 
couldn't help but crinkle my nose 
I was lost, with no plan, caught 
traipsing through tunnels without a map 
I need to focus, 
mentally retrace my steps, 
try anyway, and answer those questions 
How did I get lost here? 
It was a riddle 
like life, right? 
I was stranded, abandoned 
making my way through this maze with 
no exit in sight.

Continue reading “lost”

15 minutes

one simple sentence 
using simple words
we're all screaming
we just wanna be heard
voices fighting
for the front of the line
voices fighting
for our time
it's 15 minutes
in the spotlight
make the most of the moment
make it worth your fight
we only get 15 minutes
to be remembered
don't let your legacy
burn in the embers
Continue reading “15 minutes”

the cryptic rendezvous


I did not want my mind to go there
I did my best not to let it wander
into the desolation of my imagination
so as a distraction

I looked up the words of the day
they so perfectly detailed the situation
and the lines and rhymes started

to flood my mind
a narrative began to form
scribbles in excitement
a poem was about to be born.
Their eyes met in cryptic exchange
heated on his part,

annoyed she was way too early
for their rendezvous.
Hours early

he still had work to do.
She smiled back oblivious
but she knew and took this time
to reclaim her space
make others aware of her face
why she was there

and who she was there for.
He questioned his choice on this rapprochement
maybe he had re-established this relationship too soon.
Was this going to be a regular scene…
Continue reading “the cryptic rendezvous”

ruts and such

It's been two months 
that I've been stuck,
trapped in a rut
I’ve been unable to dig myself out of.
Two months.
I couldn't look up,
kept myself down
laid out on the ground.
The future is still a fog
but I finally took the first step
to drag myself out of this bog…

hobnob, butte, diminutive

if I hiked to the top  
of that diminutive butte
could I capture the sunset,
will I be able see the ocean,
watch the waves crash upon the beach,
can I touch a cloud
if I stretch
high and reach for the sky.

I was invited to a soirée the other day, 
with glee I rsvp’d
in the mood to hobnob,
reunite and reconnect with friends
unseen since the commencement
of the pandemic
but dammit, cramps got in the way.
I spent all day in childs pose
the best way I know
to put the pain at ease.
They get the best of me.
I avoided the world that day,
sad, mad that I had to stay home
and miss the memories being made
Next time. Next time.

wod 9/24

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