24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I'm a 30-something year old married mama of four. I've always lived in the deep southern United States. My pinkies are always inky (I'm a lefty). I've loved and played with words since I can remember. Who needs a Narnia wardrobe when you have a library? Also, my hero is the librarian in Disney's Beauty and the Beast.
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We fell–
softly, deeply, an almost imperceptible fall–
But we wanted to and then
a landing
softly pinkish blue, fuzzy newness
surrounded by the micro, the minute
hush-a-bye, rock-a-bye, all-through-the-nigh
another, and another, and another
wrapped us up, lulled to fitful sleep
Until gone were the comparings of summer days
and wherefore art thous replaced by
me times, or
without you times
Tea Party
Sipping slowly, smoothly sliding
slowly seeping, warmth colliding
’round the dark and sleepy morning
stretching, reaching, open yawning
smokey mist, rising air
no thought of international affair
or scandalous harbor party brewing
from lip of mug to lips of me
slowly, sleepily, drained of tea
I can’t wait for the Poetry Marathon! This will be my very first year and I figured what better way to start than jumping into the 24 hour deep end. I have four children, the youngest just shy of three years who doesn’t yet have an affinity for all night sleeping. I’m a left-handed life-long southern girl (U.S.), so some might say I’m doubly backwards. I love to sniff books, and grew up in a print shop my dad owned. There’s nothing like the smell of fresh ink!