I Survived!
Every year I make the same two meme’s for everyone who participated in the poetry marathon and half marathon. This year I added a third meme, just because I thought it was funny.
for katie in virginia
loud children gather outside
the local ice cream shop
where you used to get heaping scoops of pink
ice cream covered in blankets of rainbow sprinkles
this scene is still visible
every night till 11pm in the summer
but it would seem to me that they are all traitors
the children and their tired parents
the ice cream scoopers and the nervous teenager
at the cash register
traitors all of them
to carry on with this sweet sugar soaked life
when you’re not here
we should have hit the collective pause button
when you drove away to virginia
or rather your departure should have caused the whole
system to collapse
freeze up
like a computer that needs to reboot
and yet
loud children
on bikes
ice cream cones
melting on sidewalks
me alone in the car wondering
if i’m going to brave the crowds
you in virginia
24
24 poems
In as many hours
I feel asleep
But
24 complete
Task is done
I won over
My self doubt
Gratitude
Modern Rumple #20 (^reference within poem of song Katmandu by Bob Seger)
Come hither my novice
Up
Down
Back and forth
No, you’re not done spinning
‘Katmandu’ playing so loud
Yes, I know what you want
Rhyme the rhymes spinsters tell
For you’re never getting out
Sit down and stay awhile
Left
Right
To and fro
No, the gold is not spun
Footsteps
Listening to the bird call from the trees
Inhaling the lavender
Waiting
To hear your footsteps on the stairs
You are ready
21 Forever
The clothes are fly
Look great on
I dance, I sing the songs
I am weak yet I am strong
Decades long lived,
Loved
Embraced
Died
I never want to see 21 again
Christ
If I surrender to you
I disappear
Only you in me I fear
Your will be done not mine no fun
Take care of my family, friends and all
Pick me up when I fall
Hold me tight
Don’t let me go
It’s you I want
Nothing less
You
In me
I am truly free.
diving
“I came to explore the wreck. The words are purposes. The words are maps.” – Adrienne Rich
she and i
were frightened to come but we came
i only know what my body whispers to
me and she says to explore
the forgotten places the
caverns the death the ships that wreck
i only know what my heart sings the
feelings that she sculpts into words
the loves that are
eternal renewing with purposes
i only know what my brain screams at me the
terror she stitches into words
you are stronger than you think you are
a body’s pulse churning pulsing out the maps