12/30 we was happy (National Poetry Month Challenge)

…and then suddenly all this poetry fills my head, and I write…

xoxo,
la.

12/30

it’s not the big things
not at all
like the celebrations or the milestones
but the mundane
the everyday
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
it’s then
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.

7/30 Let’s Play a Game (National Poetry Month Challenge)

7/30

Let’s play a game of who can make who smile the most
and I’m not quite sure who I want to win
as long as I’m playing with you.

Let’s play a game of who can make who laugh the hardest
I make a mean squinty-eyed, tongue out, duck lips, kissy face
and I doubt you have what it takes to resist it
but I’ll even let you go first.

And let’s play a game of please don’t make me cry
well only the good tears (you can make me cry the good tears)
but even that’s iffy cause some don’t seem to know the difference
or get it confused, so I’m trusting you…

How about the game called catch me if I fall
which is hard for me to do but Lord when I do
it’s hard and sincere and all the way
but if you play this one right,
we both win.

 

for Troy… 4/30 (National Poetry Month Challenge)

This has not been a good day. Well, at least not this afternoon. Work drove me to tears, frustrated is an understatement, and well, I’ll spare you the rest but just really one of those days. Because I knew I had to pull it together fast and quick, decided to get some air (and food). Trying to stay on my healthy kick, instead of going for the sugary-chocolatey-anything-to-make-me-feel-better option, I went for the rotisserie and veggies, stuffed some of it down in the car (along with my feelings), and sat until I felt I could act like a big girl and go back to work. And then I got caught by the light. Such is life to remind me that even though I am still sitting here, frustrated with work and near tears, somebody out there always has it worse. So be thankful for what you have, even if it isn’t all that you want, and be kind to everyone you meet. You never know their struggle. This is for Troy.
 xoxo
La.
For Troy. 4/30

Second car from the light to be stopped by the red
I see you emerge
Cardboard sign in hand, ready to walk that walk
(But I’m sure not really ready)
I sigh…
Half cause I feel sorry and half cause don’t wanna be bothered
See I’ve had a hard and frustrating day
…you can probably relate

And I’m only out cause I needed a bite
you can… probably relate
I actually cried before I left out
you can probably… relate
But here you come
Cardboard sign in hand, walking that walk
And I don’t have to read it to know what it says
“will work for food” or something of the like
And I’m sorry you look so sad
And I’m sorry I looked away
And I’m sorry all I have is this
chicken-just-eaten-so-I-scooped-the-bones-out-right-fast
-and-all-that’s-left-is-rice-and-beans container
but – it’s yours if you’re hungry…
Thank you.
He says my name is Troy and that he’s down on his luck
Asks if I have work, anything will do
And that he’s just tryna make it, get back on his feet
And I have nothing.
Just this chicken-less box of rice and beans and tears eyes from teary lives
The light turns and so does he
Cardboard sign in hand, Styrofoam box in the other
Ready to walk that walk
But I’m sure not really ready.

2/30 (National Poetry Month Challenge )

2/30

Poem two of thirty
Ever read an epic fail?
Just did. You’re welcome 🙂

Haiku.

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…

xoxo
La.

PS – I promise to be better tomorrow…

1/30 – National Poetry Month

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….

1/30

I’m sorry I was unfaithful.
You,
My first love
Me,
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
Attentions diverted
Loyalties tested
I wasn’t what you needed
When you needed it
I left.
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.

xoxo,
La.