My body and soul My future, present, and past Are all but little pieces assembled By a very large cast. I drink my coffee black because That’s how he taught me to drink it And I root against the ‘fins just ‘cause He gets angry when they lose (that’s childish, I’ll admit). I surround myself…
Tag: poetry writing
Savannah Smiles
Straight out of the notebook that stays at my side, including last week’s road trip. It’s not so much poetry as stream-of-consciousness writing, with little to no editing. Texting in the park About toys, gifts, strangers, and drinks Smiling by myself Sitting on a bench Listening to the birds And the clop of the horse’s…
Loaded Dice
go for it maybe blow on it for a little bit of luck and let the good times roll they say life’s a crap shoot and she’s had her share of losses but she’ll roll with it and still give you her best side if she can ah, but how many sides are there, you…
When I See Your Name
I don’t like how I feel now when I see your name. I looked for it for so long, but it’s a habit I overcame. But now when I see it, I feel anxious, I feel stress. It takes me back in time several months, I’ll confess. At least my first instinct isn’t to drop…
The Sunday Post: A Poem on Valentine’s Day
Like Riding a Bicycle I had a dream last night that I was on a bicycle. This was odd really, and almost seems impossible. You see, I’ve never, ever, ridden a bike. Though, according to my baby book, I did have a trike. My mother wrote that my legs weren’t quite long enough so maybe…
The Ringing
The ringing in my ears Is my omniscient companion All-knowing Ever-present Drowning out my thoughts Stifling my dreams Breathe in Breathe out I count my breaths To ten and start again I listen to the storm Hoping the thundering booms Will do the trick And when the night is still I turn to my phone…
Anticipation
I can always feel it begin. It starts with my skin. The tingling comes first and it starts down low, inching up my leg and past my thighs. I feel my stomach flutter and then see it as my chest flushes with heat, quickly followed by a blush onmy cheeks. My lips can already taste…
Dancing with Myself
I rolled up my mat But I wasn’t quite done With striking a pose So I was dancing with myself No one was watching Save my reflection on the glass Turns out maybe I really was Dancing with myself Not sure what the song was Something about lighting up the world And flipping her hair…
Chasing Away the Gray
The sun’s coming in through my window Chasing away the gray Music’s flowing through the speakers I’m dancing in my chair Feeling good this morning Dropping notices in the mail My heart’s in a good space today Cushioned by kind, loving, thoughts Working on establishing momentum Following one good day with another “Breathe love in,…