It's National Poetry Month! So. . . P is for poetry

Note: No, I'm not participating in the A-Z blog challenge. Far too much on my plate with Rain scheduled to come out next month. There are upcoming posts about it, but, in the meanwhile, I realized I hadn't posted any "bad" poetry lately.

 

 

 

 

Hidden

I don’t keep all my memories in boxes

Tucked away in square or rectangular cardboard

All glazed over with bright-colored paper

And sprinkled with stars.

 

My memories lie scattered about me

In haphazard places and on dangerous surfaces

Teetering on the edges, waiting to fall

Out on display, hidden in chaos.

 

Over there the ballerina en pointe

Long pink tutu,

Dancing to a song I no longer remember

Twirling, mesmerizing a five year old I still recall.

 

Glass enclosed bookshelves

Rescued from the trash heap

Carefully restored and gifted

Strewn once with frames and pictures

 

Voices telling stories, markers, places

People whose faces still laugh

Whose dreams I once knew.

Pain I saw as they buried their children.

 

All of my memories, pieces of story

Snatches of music, whispers of touch

All scattered around me–hidden in chaos

And my voice is silenced–no one listening.

 

 

 

 

Staggering: A Writing Trilogy

 

Staggering upright

Changing lanes, leaning on walls

One scene to the next.

 

Inebriated

Chattering so quickly now.

Can’t type that fast . . . please.

 

Words no longer mine

Just theirs, telling a story

Insistent rascals.