Well this was a particular pickle she found herself in.Continue reading “where is my mind”
Shit!
I forgot what I was going to say
I think there was a point I wanted to make
or some opinion I wanted to state.
My feeling is that it was important to me
but damn I let it slip away.
I let my mind wander and wonder
left it distracted by new line
one better suited for another rhyme.
It could easily stand alone,
Sláinte – a limerick
She found a shamrock on the stair
picked it up and placed it in her hair
Took it as an opportune sign
that today was the day she’d shine
Then she opened the door and was killed by a bear.
to my mother
So I could get over myself take myself a little more lightly and stay grounded in this world you gave me the gift of you and I don’t want for anything else because without you I wouldn’t be here I wouldn’t be me you gave me individualityContinue reading “to my mother”
15 minutes
one simple sentenceContinue reading “15 minutes”
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
billet-doux, kinship, cordiform
I heard the ping
vibrate from my phone
A text sent
waiting for me to respond
A petit billet-doux,
one single picture
hands held in cordiform.
Such a simple message
but it signified so much more
what a special kinship,
friendship,
we shared
Whatever it was I cherished it
more than most.
I smiled and blushed
then returned the text
with a ❤️
to show my love.
wod 2/14/22
sometimes
Sometimes I feel so slow because my mind takes its time
and I don't always get the messages filled with hidden agendas
the irony being that I'm a huge fan
of the double entendre and witty word play
which comes in handy writing poetry
but in conversations and other real life situations
I often want to pause and ask for clarification
but due to intimidation
I'll just run with the misinterpretation
in all its awkward glory
before I change the subject
and go off topic
someday it’ll make a great story
“Remember that time…”
but honestly that is all just speculation
I'm not usually aware of being in a situation
I'll most likely react with a blank stare
and an even more awkward smile
and a silently stated ‘OK’
before I turn around and go
before you know I'm slow.
drafts
there are a lot of sentences scattered
throughout my home,
scattered like litter
clogging up my life.
in a cloud of disconnected thoughts
they deserve further exploration
perhaps placement in some poem.
until then they linger
like the silent part of a conversation
trapped in the ether
of a distracted mind
looking for a home…
Currently sorting through that litter and will be sharing more words including past posts from previous versions of this blog.
Continue reading “drafts”spring has arrived
Spring has arrived
and the zodiac has spun a full circle
flowers bloom, birds sing
all kinds of pretty girls
sport a good man’s ring
all kinds, that is, but me
my love life is as barren as a desert floor
my heart lies there alone
wilted like a rose
there are no crushes
I can look forward to
or have brighten my day
the sky may be blue
but all I see is the grey.
yes, spring may have arrived
but for me winter never left.
*originally shared 3/20/14
the wasted daze
she was most upset that she let him get inside her head. had allowed him to take residence in her thoughts and interrupt her daily tasks so much so that all concentration was lost. ha! she laughed out loud to herself. ffs, of course he'd be the one to cause such distress. how could she remove herself from this mess. maybe call another, a former lover, who'd accept her invite with a hearty yes. she wouldn't though, they were memories better left in the past already tainted with reasons of why it didn't last. anyway, she took a long drag of her cigarette and brushed away most of the stray thoughts from her head. tried to focus and tackle the tasks at hand. alas, all she wanted was to lay next to him.
originally shared 9/1/14
mhughes poetry 