a poetic journal.
I remember whenContinue reading
I first met her.
Her eyes shined,her smile was wide
the world was bright.
Life was a font of fascination.
Every day was a new discovery
that left her craving
for the next,
t’was a delight
to be in her company.
Together we traversed
a tapestry of emotions.
We laughed.
We cried.
The fallout from yesterday'sContinue reading “decrepit disbursement disabuse”
festivity is surely to last a week or more
but I don't keep score,
It depends how it's handled.
Will the disbursement of disgust
spread evenly across all platforms?
In this easily distracted age
controversy is complicated
Every “Oh My Gah what did they do?!”
gets it's 15 minutes
before being replaced with another scandal
before it's what-abouted into oblivion.
Mugwumps, the lot of you, silent foolsContinue reading “Mugwumps and Tub-thumpers”
on the sidelines watching a select few
tub-thump an agenda sure to fail.
Caucuses challenge contrary concepts conjured by the converts
of the demagogue who clogs
compliant channels with vacuous pettifog…
Much to my chagrin, dictionary dot comContinue reading “Wtf dictionary dot com”
decided to update their app and website.
Doing so they basically did away
with thesaurus dot com and
the synonym of the day.
No Way! I shuddered.
This can't be!
Synonym of the day was an integral part
of how I broke my block.
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.
A new year, a new prompt. I still like the look of the words of the day but last year was a wreck which did and didn’t go my way.
A new job, at an old place. A new disease for my pet, I didn’t want to face. But my schedule needs changing, as does my life.
I have commitments now and still have no time. I have a plan for the new year, no resolutions here! Fingers crossed I follow through lest I waste another year.
Maybe I can rejuvenate this tired mind.
I’m a tabula rasa, a blank slate who’s flying blind. Easily distracted from the goals I hold often tripping over threads and falling into rabbit holes.
Just like now, I’ve barely punched in, and am already bitched at by a privileged prick about tips. Oh (insert eye roll) I’ve had enough but I’ve got to let it go. There is a future for me and more to write. I already have 2 on the back burner to start before tomorrow, if I don’t then I can’t regret when I lament about where my dreams went.
Bonjour petite nouvelle annéeContinue reading “2024”
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
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 sayContinue reading “an intimate glitch”
Continue reading “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.
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 9/24/21
mhughes poetry 