Here is another tricube poem instead of a tanka because it was the form that I wanted to write in that day.
I am painting in different abstract styles and doing pieces/projects for an online painting class that I am taking. Check out my Instagram https://www.instagram.com/symanntha/ to see what all I have been doing.
little boy chasing a duck
things that turn and bite5-25-20
I tell myself that I am not going to get political online. But then I share something. Then I think “To heck with it, I’ve already shared today let’s share three more!” And then I lose followers.
So to those of you who stay through my political postings, thank you. I don’t expect you to agree with me, I just expect my opinion to be respected and heard. I also share things about my family and art to try to balance it all out. Occasionally I try to share something funny. I share different content to different platforms so be sure to follow me where you can.
we all have bruises
stumbling into the spring
quail covey tightens
Although I do think some good came from the lockdowns, from us quarantining ourselves, I know that people are hurting in a multitude of ways this spring. It has been a violent and scary spring for the whole world, but especially for America.
However, I have seen so many moms comment that the quarantine has helped them recharge and reconnect with their family. I have seen dads say they think they could work from home all of the time, which would allow them to be there for their families more. We have had good moments during quarantine, and we have all been given a pause. I wish everyone had used the pause, and had used it for good.
Also, I wrote this the moment after I found a mystery bruise on my leg. I have reached that stage of motherhood where I get mystery bruises on my thigh. My mom and others had bruises that day too, then I realised that everyone was feeling bruised that week.
I can tell she's singing
thru tinted minivan glass
it's not the song that
I am singing to my child
she's nodding her head faster
Mommas continue on. The Drive-Thrus are still here. Life moves forward and stays the same, even when we are sure that today will be the day that everything ends. I was in the Drive-Thru when I saw this woman singing to her child. We may be confined to our vehicles, but we are still living very similar lives.
So I know some of us are tired of talking about all of this, but writing is how I process things. It’s also good for memories, when you look back you will remember how you felt about something if you have written poetry about it, or a blog post, or painted a picture.
smiling big and hard
hoping she can feel the warmth
and the peace
that I'm trying to send her
from under this medical mask
So something got knocked loose. A floodgate was left open and things flowed out. If you have enjoyed this week’s poetry leave me a like or a comment. I also found out that WordPress has made it super easy to find and insert free photos, so for my sanity, I will be using stock photos quite often from here on out.
a row of puppets laughing at a puppet show modern politics 2-27-20
I have been sharing lots of sweet poetry with you lately, so I felt the need to share one of my political poems again. I may share one of my longer poems later in the week. This is a senryu since it is a poke at human nature. I have written some more haiku and I will share them on Mondays.
lipstick on the mask I'm not used to doing this house cat on the street 4-27-20
So I had to venture out of the car the other day, and I wore a mask when I went inside. I wore my glasses and they fogged up. When I got back to the car, my lipstick was smeared on the inside of my medical mask and I realized that all of the other woman have probably quit bothering with lipstick by now. I am just now catching up.
green, red, purple
birthday party makeup
for a two minute
birthday parade down the street
because mommas don't give up
So I went to a birthday parade because gatherings like birthday parties can’t happen for another week in my state. It was inspiring to see how many people showed up and reached out for this child. Some people are stupid and life is hard, but there are a lot of great people out there still going and making life good.