My mind is like the flowers in the ditch
beautiful and trying to grow
but impeded by the dust covering it
trucks drive by spewing gravel and dust
leaving before you see the dust settle
before you see the aftermath clobber me
the haze of dust chokes me, makes it hard to take in the sun
you don’t even know you’ve stunted my growth
here I am standing, yet swaying under the weight
I look green and in my prime however
I can’t exchange air or sunlight for life
I need rain to pour down and wash away
the breadcrumbs of being rushed and angry
the marks of your leaving for paved road
coats every leaf of my existence
every petal questions the energy being used to untwist
if I’ll be smothered by indifference
forgotten by a line of trucks able to roam
why give you my colors, my display of brilliance
ignoring the pattern of my dress left me
feeling like unwanted blades of grass
If a coyote would only brush past
and knock some of the dirt off of me
so that I could breathe and shine and grow again
blooming down in the ditch is troublesome
you think I’m a weed to be forgotten
when really I was a seed spilled at the wrong moment
I was meant for a garden, I was meant to be loved
by a grandmother, herself forgotten by a husband
but I never got where I was going
I got left in the wrong dirt and now I bloom for strangers
I hope you’ve all enjoyed your week and your summer. I hope you’ve managed to shake off the dust and bloom where you are. This is the long poem I promised you. It is my newest poem.
her beautiful face
transfixed by the white glow
as if she’s perfect
but the moon has pot marks too
no woman is perfect
February 17, 2017
I wrote this during National Haiku Writing Month this year.
To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and to endure the betrayal of false friends. To appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; to know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded. -Ralph Waldo Emerson
What do you think of this definition?
week of Halloween
everyone picks a pumpkin
ignores its flower
Have you been ignoring the simple beauty around you as complete tasks? Be sure to enjoy your tasks today and notice the little things around you. Also be sure to look at all of the posts I have made today (this should be three of four). I am catching up with the PAD Challenge.
Egyptian art exhibit
the details have faded
the beauty remains
I got to travel with my husband see some very wonderful artifacts and works of art this summer. We got to go back to the Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art and take my dad and brother. What have you done this summer?
heads hang low when
beauty is too much to bear
I photoshopped this picture and I really like how it turned out. Have you ever noticed how peonies often drag the ground when they are fully bloomed out? They are pretty, but their blooms are so heavy it is hard for them to stay standing upright.
Death at a Distance
Rocks falling through the sky
They are ugly up close
But as they fall they are beautiful
As they burn and turn in the night sky
They are a sight to behold
We find death beautiful and over too fast
When it happens in the sky
Here is an early small stone poem of mine. I hope you guys are liking these little diddies. Make sure to press like if you are! If something strikes a chord in you leave me a comment below.
Day 6 is Obsession
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t obsessed with lip glosses and balms. I love Burt’s Bees.
blooms before leaves
beauty before wisdom
trees in 2013
Most plants grow their foliage first, and then grow their blooms. Trees do it backwards.
What backwards thing have you noticed lately?
Editing for Publication
I have murdered my darlings,
The stain will never leave my hands.
They are soaked with the
Blood of my poetry.
Cauterizing as I cut
I hack through arteries
Hoping the body will be better.
I wrap it in gauze
And send it to bed.
Haven’t I hacked away enough
Of my beautiful words?
When will Frankenstein’s Monster
Have been through enough
To indeed LIVE.
I don’t want to do more surgery,
I can’t bear to lift the scalpel again.
Please find beauty in this one.
This is another poem that I am dedicating to my fellow poets.
It is National Poetry Month here in the US. Will you be writing a poem every day? Will you write a poem at all, or only read some? How will you be celebrating or teaching about this month?
beauty finds a place
I challenge you to find something beautiful today. Can you see the beauty in something that is dilapidated?
Pressing down the shutter clicks
Colors are trapped in chemicals
Liquids and lasers hold inside
What’s held in my mind’s eye
Faces, flowers, sunsets, sunrises
Beauty in several forms
Dances through a metal case
This is one of my older poems that is probably too short to get published.