#SoCS: From Where I Sit

From where I sit, I see a prompt, upon the kitchen table I make coffee caffeinated with milk and sugar maple Sitting in the dining room, I wonder if I am truly able To spark a memory from this place that isn’t writing fatal This room – a place for food, drink and gathering of friends For charcuterie boards at Christmas and choices that never end For birthdays shared by neighbors on one chosen weekend On Thursdays, a recurring lunchRead more

In Between Life Anew

The chill of a season hangs on in breath While the earth underneath awaits its death There are calls of life anew underneath As chorus frogs wait in a shrubland heath A taste of spring willingly comes and goes Warm breezes, fresh unsoiled air wafts like prose Then winter returns from clouds filled with snow Gray skies appear in silver ink shadow In time, the month of earth’s change comes along Geese and crane return, noting robin’s song Too earlyRead more

#SoCS: Christmas Sprucing

For today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday, Linda Hill asks us to use the word “spruce” in our post. The word doesn’t go along with a poem/prayer I’ve already written for today, so I’ll add a few lines here in order to avoid point deductions. I am “spruced up” for Christmas. The decorations and tree (the non-spruce kind) have been up since Thanksgiving. I spruced myself up with pinky/purple hair. I spruced the apartment up a couple days ago so thatRead more

#SoCS: Meat is Lovelier than a Tree

We think that we shall never see A food as lovely as a meat A meat whose hungry mouth is ours Chicken’s sweet flowing breast we shall devour A meat that meets our gaze all day, And lifts its succulent wings to pray; A meat on the kitchen counter thus A tasty morsel to steal for us Upon servant’s woe, we press choice Who metes correction with raised voice Poems are bastardized by fools and cats But only meat’s DNARead more

#SoCS: At Least it’s Mostly a Sonnet

Nature, the earth, calls to those who listen From autumn leaves to dew drops that glisten Canopies of green, a cathedral’s arch A wavy breeze across white daises march The world awaits with a beckoning call Mostly desirous of wildflower sprawl Mountains glorious, waters jeweled blue Trails of copper stone, plateaus with a view No matter man’s lofty line of concrete The peace of majestic beauty entreats With the softness of whispering tall grass Winter’s snow, agates reflecting like glassRead more

#TDWC: Battered Door

Thank you, Teagan Geneviene, for this sonnet’s inspiration. Darkest Angel, why do you haunt my soul? Is passage into depths of hell your goal? Standing in the way of a glowing light Darkening the path of a greater might Good Father, I ask you, come rescue me Hurt in a torn world, peace I cannot see Unlatch the battered beige door and step through Bring hope to earth of brown and sky of blue Shadows of gray weave up andRead more

Back for Now

Here we are Back for now Today Here we are Back for now In a poetic way Life too busy Far from easy Here and there Never Nowhere Here we are Back for now Ready Here we are Back for now Fast and Steady Life still fun On the run Ever exploring Sometimes boring Here I am Back for now Choosing Here I am Back for now Forward moving To write and read In various speeds Workouts again Upright andRead more

Beholden

Sitting here, wondering, what do I praise? In a week filled with stuffing and turkey Surrounding self, I fix a knowing gaze Faithful gratitude is never murky A bike, a home, gray and white purring cats Family, friends, community feels right I step on the earthen beholden mats And wipe away thanklessness with delight Upright and breathing is who I am now Fed with food and love and blue butterflies Embracing what matters like sacred cow Receiving life’s blessings isRead more

Mr. Inconsiderate

How dare you be inconsiderate when I try to capture your face How dare you ignore the pleadings to turn and face left How dare you look at the floor A creamy blank space How dare you curl your body in striking bereft I know what you do laying there with no shame You laugh You tease at failed attempts Until at last without thought you appear in frame How dare you capture me, staring in contempt Mr. Gibbs andRead more

They Died for Life

They did not die so that we could protest A self-centered right to damage others They did not die so that we could protect A lump of metal rather than mothers They did not die to devalue our life The lives of youth, adults, humanity They did not die to cause hatred and strife The divide of nation, insanity They did not die for monetary gain To line their uniform’s pockets with blood They did not die for ego, toRead more

#SoCS: The Fly

“What, are you catching flies?” she asked as I watched TV. I responded with a shrug. “Close your mouth,” she then scolded me. I suppose, to avoid a flying bug. But it happens again, I cannot deny The fleshy portal opens sure and slow I watch an episode of Olive and Popeye And give mother’s orders an innocent blow She glares at me and I once again comply Although an overbite says otherwise Honestly, I try and try and tryRead more

#SoCS: The Nose Knows

He knows He yowls The human shares its noes It smells It desires He reminds her how this goes We spar He resists The nose wants what it wants They waft They float The essence of chicken taunts She speaks up He turns deaf Human food not to be shared The whines The sadness Hunger is loudy declared Almost time Almost here The feeding of this cat Forgets chicken Embraces fish The nose smells where it’s at Stream of ConsciousnessRead more