Shadow Of May – Thursday Update – ‘Hibiscus Moon’

Back this week with another piece! I’ve been a little under the weather (mostly due to my POTS acting up), but I’m on the mend now. I’ve been at odds with sleep, so here’s a poem dedicated to that.

‘Hibiscus Moon’

Let me tell you about these
Hibiscus dreams I receive every night.
They are the acceptance I give every
Time I sleep – falling into the nothingness,
Tare-like void of a tired out existence.

These hibiscus dreams,
A sweet and sour sugar mix
Of thick, dark, red tea pumping
Through the lines of my consciousness
Like the blood in my slowing heart
As I drift into the fall.

Life is exhausting and I accpet
That I will be awake for most of it.

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NaPoWriMo – Day Twenty-Six – ‘Cats and Coffee’

We were challenge to write a concrete poem involving all five senses for today!

 

‘Cats and Coffee’

I sat down to do some work this morning.
Coffee measured out and brewing, but then the cat came over
To suggest that maybe I don’t, he loudly meowed and declared.

He meowed, and meowed, and then yeowed
At my bedroom door, and when I held it open, finally,
He stared and stared inside, and stared a little more.

I went to shut as he took off down the hall, little paws
Tapping at the wooden floors. Officially closed and seated again
I heard taps returning until he stopped anew outside my door.

He meowed, and meowed, and then yeowed.
So I got up in defeat, and opened my door again.
This time he sped right on in and sat himself in my chair.

I picked him up and put him down in my lap,
His little paws digging into my thighs in defiance
As he watched my pen scratch back and forth – he planned war.

Like lighting his little paw shot out and smacked,
With patience I got up and he fell gracefully out of my lap.
I could smell and feel the sweet, black coffee thick on my tongue.
It’s early morning and my coffee is hot, fresh, and finally ready to pour.

 

 

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NaPoWriMo – Day Twenty-Two – ‘Among the Stars in Her Anger’

Day Twenty-two of NaPoWriNo challenged us to write a poem using a provided statement of something impossible. I hope you all enjoy!

‘Among the Stars in Her Anger’

Like a short circuit professor spouting endless things
My grandma once told me, “The stars could
Rearrange themselves in the sky at whim.
They could, and they would, abandon worthless things-
Reality, each other, our hopes and dreams.
We are nothing in the eyes of bigger things.
Who cares what the church sings about,
Who cares what little things cause doubt.
The whole universe will leave you behind.”

She took drags from her pipe, ate the sweets
Her doctor told her to deny, and when she died,
When her mind finally, of all things to go,
Slipped beyond into it’s final bruised sunset
With it’s slowly arriving stars, I looked up and saw
Them being pushed around in her anger because
“This was not the way I wanted to go.”

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GloPoWriMo – Day Nineteen – ‘Get Gone and Back Home’

Day nineteen challenged us to write a poem via word banks and/or word erasure methods. I chose to use directions from one home to another.

‘Get Gone and Back Home’

Open my bedroom door
Make a left down the hallway
To the little living room.
Upon reaching the front door
Step out and on to little porch
Go forward, leave the yard,
Hit the road and make a right.
Keep going straight, up the hill,
Past the red brick church at the end
Of the road, make another right
Eventually you’ll run right into Charlotte.
Keep going forward, eventually you’ll leave.
At some point you’ll hit the state line
I suggest crossing it into Tennessee.
Drive for a few hours, drive for twelve hours,
Get yourself to Arkansas,
Get gone and back home.

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GloPoWriMo – Day Seventeen – ‘And He Did, Twice’

The prompt for day seventeen was to write a poem that retells a family anecdote. This is a funny little story about my grandfather and the type of man he is…

‘And He Did, Twice’

There is a road
A hundred and seventy-six
Miles long, no gas station stops,
Just the car, the plains, the mountains
Steadily running through the back end
Of empty Oregon farm land and forest.

My grandfather loves a challenge,
Or he’s just dumb,
My grandmother has no problem telling you,
Because not once, but three different times
He turned down that road willingly with half a tank
Swearing he could make it.

 

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GloPoWriMo – Day Sixteen – ‘Power Outage’

The days just keep slipping past me. Day sixteen for GloPoWriMo prompted a poem that features the idea of play.

‘Power Outage’

The power went out
When the storm came in,
So we rounded up the chairs,
Pulled out the table and cards.
We made due with what we had,
What little light there was to play.

It was a game and then it
Was more, two games, three games
Best ten out of twenty, dice rolled
Cards counted, points or no points,
It didn’t matter but it did.
The storm stopped but we didn’t
The lights were still out by 8 PM.

 

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GloPoWriMo – Day Eleven – ‘Late for Tomorrow’

Day eleven of GloPoWriMo had the prompt to write a poem that addresses the future.

‘Late For Tomorrow’

Look, I wrote this poem late
Waiting to address a tomorrow
That never really managed to come.

I woke up to three different days
Thinking today I will lay down the pen
And my foot – I will conquer my future
With first my thoughts and then actions!

Except everyday I kept hitting snooze on my alarm
Until it was three clock, and by then I was hungry
With an empty mind as to what I might want to eat.

By the time I’d scoured up something to snack on
Dinner time was hovering above me and
I had to commit to a full meal, at least one for the day.

Eventually, hours later, I got settled, got the paper, the pens,
My computer turned on with soft indie rock playing.
Everything was set, but the cat couldn’t get comfortable

In my lap and so he sat on my bed and yelled,
Until finally I joined him in watching tv while he dozed,
As cats will do, in the square middle of my chest.
I wanted to write something as deep as I was late

To writing this, but I guess the best thing I can now say is
Sometimes days you try and some days you win,
But either way we all end up living day to day,
And sometimes I wake up already late for tomorrow.

 

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GloPoWriMo – Day Ten – ‘Sounds’

Day ten’s prompt for GloPoWriMo was to write a poem of simultaneity.

‘Sounds’

All around me
There are cartoons on the Tv
Another childhood drama
Reenacted in bold pastels.
I’ve a pen between my fingers
Loosely gripped as my mind
Is elsewhere following the plot,
Or the conversation piled into my room
This little blue room, chatting
Relentlessly about life.
Regardless, my mind is not
between my fingers or
on the paper I’m writing on.

 

 

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GloPoWriMo – Day Seven – ‘Categories’

So today’s prompt was a little odd and complex, but refreshing to do. I will admit this one is kind of a mess. The prompt was to make a list of the different identities I have and then split them into two groups: Those that make me feel powerful and those that make me feel insecure. After those two groups are identified I was then to write a poem with the two groups having a conversation. I don’t like the current title so I may rename it in the future.. Anyway,  I hope you all enjoy the chaos!

 

‘Categories’

I don’t want you to forget
Who you are,
Who you’ve been.
There’s just been so much to learn
It’s hard to think about sometimes when alone-
Comparing ourselves to characters in books,
How we’ve grown and developed,
What’s our theme, what’s our setting,
Why are we acting this way
What are we trying to save.

There’s so much to know
And everything to explain.
We’ve grown so strong in recent years,
Comfortable, in many ways, a King among
The worlds in our mind. I understand but,
I don’t want you to feel less, forgotten, or ashamed
Of emotions.

But I am – and we know it, no matter how good
We are about making things okay that are better left
Forgotten. We can be the best, you are the best, I know,
A king of your own, ruler of body, mind, heart, but
Listen – I was never the one ashamed, just weary and scared.

I grew lost in existing with my head beside the stars.
I am lost constantly trying to find boxes to perfectly place
Gender, Sexuality, Religion, and Family – where do I stand
Where do I want to go, what to be, how can I fix myself
Before others try more vehemently to fix me.

The past is the past, we both know, but
I can never forget or forgive –
No matter how many books I read,
No matter how many papers I write,
No matter how hard or much I work,
Where we started,
What we started,
And where we’ve been:
A sister, a daughter, a granddaughter, a friend,
A problem child, an American, a quick learner, a hard worker,
An ambivert, asexual, greyromantic, genderless, deadheaded mess.

 

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GloPoWriMo – Day Six – ‘Good Morning’

Sorry this is a bit late! I had a few errands to run the last two days. Day seven is queued and should be posting in a few hours to catch me up.

Today’s prompt was to play with the length of our lines while reading!

‘Good Morning’

I smell dark coffee and oranges
At 6pm.
Waking up to a day already gone
But ready to get up anyway.
I learned perseverance was the best virtue,
It’s the most beautiful virtue,
With cigarette smoke and closed blinds
My childhood was spent like lost time.

These mornings
Now I do it all,
Opening the blinds and light incense on the mantle
Take a walk down the street and back-
It’s cool here in the early light and early night.
Breakfast was always just me
But now it’s me with a dog laying by my feet.
Checking news, reading a book, taking my time to wake up
To get up.
I take my vitamins with some water,
It’s routine, but my life routine is flexible.
I learned to try and live harder,
I get up and get going regardless
Of the sun or moon.

 
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