Hopefully the rest of the month, you’ll be able to find a new poem from me every day here at the ol’ Fiction Farm Blog. Many of the pieces you will find below are me now beginning to push myself in the form of poetry. Learning a new art, per my Happiness Project and expanding my writing craft. Comments are appreciated, and please know make my day like you would not believe. Here’s catching up through yesterday:
April 10, 2013:
Terror in the Hall
I pound on the door
Anyone, please, come
Help Me, I know you’re there
The monster is after me
I lose my shoe as I run
The ribbon in my hair falls away next
My sleeve hangs from my shoulder
It reveals an already angry bruise
He has a fistful of my hair
Metal taste in my mouth
Blood drips from my nose
My heart pumping fear in my veins
I’m thrust to the ground
I scramble, kick, and crawl
Anywhere, just away
Another door, I bang, I plead
I curl against the kicks
I try to scream, but the noise
Comes out a whimper
Turning into a blurry haze
I send my mind inside the doors
Repetitive portals line the hall
3620? 3622? 3624? Anyone?
Call for help, the monster
Will end me; I feel death knocking
The darkness spreads
Like the blood on my face
His Hate smearing across me
Pummeling into my flesh and mind
I awake to blue and silver
In my swollen face
My jaw can’t move
My ribs poke my breath short
The terror, the monster is gone
Behind a door, a call was made
3619? 3621? 3623? Who?
A grateful anger transmits to my savior
But the blame is not for the monster
His actions so vile and horrific
I’m asked, no told, what did I do?
I provoked, I must have goaded
The monster is not caged
He’s left to roam free
To get stronger, to prey
On another innocent turned victim
April 11, 2013:
Play me your Ukelele
Twing, ting, and strum, strum, strum
That tiny sound that’s bigger on the inside
Fingers brush strings
Voice lifts over cafe din
Twang, tang, and strum, strum, strum
Notes pump into listeners ears swirling
Heads bop along, toes tap
Smiles spread across audience
Thrump, tump, and strum, strum, strum
Energy disguised as music pushes rain away
Eyes sparkle with the story in mind
Mood boosts, elevating past the roof
Clap, clop, and stomp, stomp, stomp
Cheers for the entertainment
Hands are furiously thanking artist
Energy exchanged in form of song and praise
April 12, 2013:
Insanity’s Home
I keep trying
He keeps trying me
It’s insanity
They say
It’s parental love
I say
Nothing changes
This I know
But I persevere
Hoping he’ll learn
We’ve come this far
So much further to go
Questions are raised
Raising more questions
Are my efforts
All for naught
Should I have let fate
Take its painful course?
However motherhood won’t deny
Gives me seemingly unending hope
I love regardless
He’s my child
Even if he’s one
That only a mother can love
For that, perhaps
I’m the unstable one
However, I’ll reach my end
Knowing I gave it all
April 13, 2013:
It’s not the destination
For on this day seven years ago we were wedded.
We took to road riding two wheels upon,
Into the wind our compass was shredded.
Without a map to our future we ploughed on.
Distraught in confidence for your husband duties,
I soothed you, fear not my piloting beloved.
Off course we’re more able to see the beauties,
Which life together could ne’r be unloved.
From that point on we embraced the mystery,
Holding on to one another’s spellbound embrace.
Even when life’s problems become blistery,
Inside one another’s hearts we find breathing space.
All these years we’ve traveled on in fondness.
Not where we end up, but the journey in passion.
April 14, 2013:
Mining the pain
The pain is like an old familiar friend now
It will be there when I awake
It will be there when I plant row by row
It will be there when my time it takes
I know it’s dealing with this agony
Is holding me back and keeping me down
Yet to do the work to heal brings apathy
What would I do without it around?
So I sit in the garden my heart throbbing
I know it’s a pest, a giant nuisance
One I know will constantly be squatting
Its claws so dug deep, ruthless
I’ve joined the ranks of enjoying menace
Resigned to believe its just part of my existence
Wow, quite a basket full you’ve given here. (I first wrote ‘hear’, perhaps because I hear you so clearly in these words.) Joy and Fear and buckets of Love and Pain. The flow of life when human. Perhaps you bring so much richness to us because you feel so much. I’m so glad you’ve taken the time to condense so much into so few words through poetry. Insanity’s Home brought me to tears. So much Love, and Love is the most beautiful gift to the world. An energy worth giving no matter how much it hurts. And it hurts mightily. Oddly, the most powerful love I’ve felt is in grief, and it has made me a bigger and more beautiful person to ache with love. Thanks for the gifts you bear and for giving so much in words in this post.
Thank you for your kind words. It feels good to give, is the bottom line. Regardless. I’ll keep doing it. You, my friend, are a worthy recipient.