…and then suddenly all this poetry fills my head, and I write…
it’s not the big things
not at all
like the celebrations or the milestones
but the mundane
when i’m washing dishes
painting my toenails
sitting in traffic
it’s the nothing too particular
the not very special
the i’ve probably done this a million times in my sleep
that i think of you
when i remember your scent
laugh at your laugh
when I’m not paying attention
when i’ve stopped building that fence around
– well everything –
that a scene replays in my mind
that a smirk sneaks upon my lips
that i steal a secret moment of silent reminisce
i can handle the big things
but it’s those little things
those fleeting moments that don’t mean much of nothing
that time when time doesn’t count
that i remember
there was an us
and we was happy.
Poem two of thirty
Ever read an epic fail?
Just did. You’re welcome 🙂
So… for my second poem in the 30/30 Poetry Challenge for April – my mind just wouldn’t work. Just flat our refused. Ever have one of those days where you are just running non-stop and then when you finally have two seconds to kick off your shoes and sit, the last thing you want to do is think? Yea, that was me. Today. Right now.
But to not fail the 30/30 challenge on the second day, I had to write something. So I chose a haiku. Haiku is a form of Japanese poetry. Traditional haiku are about nature – as you can see, this was not traditional – and follows a very strict syllable structure. The first line has 5 syllables, the second 7 syllables, the last 5 syllables. They’re fun to write but can be quite challenging. Often it’s easy to say what you want using a lot of words, but harder to write so concisely.
Have you ever written one? No? Well… April is National Poetry Month. Might be a great time to give it a shot…
PS – I promise to be better tomorrow…
So I’m a Poet. Well, I used to be. No… scratch that. I still am. I just don’t write as much as I used to. At least not on paper. I write a lot in my mind, but those thoughts don’t always make it to paper (screen). But this month that changes. This month is April – officially National Poetry Month. And what happens in April? 30/30. Thirty poems in thirty days. They don’t have to be good poems – and I can assure you they won’t all be! But for once in my life, I would love to actually complete a 30/30. I’ve started before. I’ve failed before. Repeat.
But thanks to the gentle (not so gentle) urging of fellow poets and friends, I am throwing my pen into the ring. And with that, ladies and gentle, I give you my first piece of the month. Hopefully by the end, this blog will be 30 pieces richer….
I’m sorry I was unfaithful.
My first love
One of many in your lifetime
You claimed me as your own (in public)
Let me take your name
I failed you.
Couldn’t devote the time you required
I wasn’t what you needed
When you needed it
Still occasionally flirting
Toying with emotions not fully forgotten
You remember me
I remember you
Curled up, feeling like home
I’m so sorry I left you
…But I’m back.
My open letter to poetry.