If I could tell you one thing
it would be this:
Don’t wish away your precious time
thinking of easier days and free minutes,
dreaming of fewer obligations
and less stress.
Because the truth is,
there is no less.
There’s only be and do.
There’s only now,
and here,
and being on the swing
with you.
Poetry
Stardust (A Poem)
You are
worth your weight
in every ounce of the
stardust
that made your
beautiful,
once-in-a-lifetime
soul.
I Wish (A Poem)
I wish I had it in me
to pity the
hateful people
who’ve brought us to this precipice.
Taught only to be
afraid and angry,
the rage is all they’ve got.
I wish I were strong enough to
give them grace.
But I’m not.
A Forbidden Words Poetry Challenge
Being a mom keeps me busier than I have ever been in, well, pretty much my entire life. And it’s been a very long time since I’ve participated in a poetry challenge. But this one, y’all? It’s good. Really good. This one I could not pass up.
So here is my submission to Rebecca’s April poetry challenge over at Fake Flamenco.
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How tragic that so many can see the
beauty in nature with all its diversity
and act to eradicate that same quality
in our shared humanity
as if we live separately – detached, isolated –
from the very earth that made us.
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If you’d like to participate, as well, you’ve got until April 20th to post a poem of your own. I hope you do!
Roasted Apples Have Many Uses (A Mom Life Poem)
Behold!
A declaration (not so bold):
This girl is
a queen
with or without
a crown.
(But truth be told –
and certainly as seen –
a little
decoration
never hurt anyone,
and is quite clearly
very fun.)
Spring in Virginia Beach (A Poem)
It’s different here,
this season’s change –
the slant of the light
and the smell in the air –
brighter, milder, wilder,
like something ancient, fierce and dangerous
but constant and controlled.
I’ve always said nature is a woman.
Sleepy-time Troubles (A Mom Life Poem)
The baby likes the nighttime!
But…not really for sleep.
Oh, she’ll catch the occasional wink
and then wake,
like it’s time to play.
And daytime naps?
Well, maybe?
Nah – there’s just too much to do and say,
too many good messes to make.
Yeah, we’re all going a little crazy.
Except, of course, the baby.
Vision (A Poem)
I have seen this future
in the past.
You would think,
at last
we’d learn,
if like me you
had faith in humanity.
And still I try,
as should we all,
to be a light
and fight the dark.
But every day –
I feel it –
every day –
the constant barrage –
every day –
deep down fatigue –
every day:
We hurdle towards a
tragedy.
A Winter Storm in Four Haiku
Not a certainty
Here near the ocean and sand
To see some winter
The night sky made bright
Satin dark and silver flakes
A canvas made new
I think it’s a gift
A boon from the universe
Unexpected snow
Not quite the same view
But I’ll take it nonetheless
Change is not easy
Here and gone too soon
Like many other good things
Worth it while it lasts
Future (A Poem)
I have a
little girl
to take care of.
Her world,
her future,
her life –
they start with me.
To teach her to be
kind
and
clever,
to show her
love –
how to and why –
and when it’s right to fight.
And to never deny
the darkness,
but always
always
always
help her shine her light.
Nothing else matters.
Everything matters.
A Virginia Writer's Diary 