Poetry for Daily Life
Monday, April 22, 2013
Walk
Amazement occurs when
walking in
into another life, into a dream
World shaking love can happen
at the drop of a pin
just by walking in
into another life, into a dream
Overreaching fear can take you
as quick as sin
just by walking in
into another life, into a dream
Choosing to walk in
Choosing risks
by not holding it all in
Allowing hearts to open
Risking all or risking none
by walking out
out of another life, out of the dream
Go out into the rain
Go out into the sun
Walk out, take another risk
Walking out, can be like walking in
Take a chance on dreams
even when all is lost
take your risks
don't be afraid
the unknown is just that
unknown, until you walk
and then you know.
Thursday, April 18, 2013
Moving April 18 2013
It's the year of 3's and 9's
and I am moving every day this week
picking up things I forgot I owned
and taking them to a new home
In between I caught a cold
and found time for friends
while I drove the mile
back and forth, with carloads
of my life.
I worried about my children
I celebrated my new couch
I cleaned my new kitchen
I feel new, and yet, I am
finding all the old treasures
Moving is so exhausting
but so cleansing and
so right for me now
So I will wash and play
and celebrate and sleep on a floor
until the moving is done,
then it's time to start a new life
and embark on the new road
to a happy life full
of laughter
It's the year of 3's and 9's
and I am moving every day this week
picking up things I forgot I owned
and taking them to a new home
In between I caught a cold
and found time for friends
while I drove the mile
back and forth, with carloads
of my life.
I worried about my children
I celebrated my new couch
I cleaned my new kitchen
I feel new, and yet, I am
finding all the old treasures
Moving is so exhausting
but so cleansing and
so right for me now
So I will wash and play
and celebrate and sleep on a floor
until the moving is done,
then it's time to start a new life
and embark on the new road
to a happy life full
of laughter
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
Autism Awareness, April 2, 2013
I got up today
less enthusiastic
about the fact
that it's world autism awareness day
So what? I thought
I am aware of it every single day
My little boy,
the most special guy I know
He is a face of autism
I watch him struggle
to be understood
to live in a world
that is not suited to his
operating system.
I watch him smile
because his sister teases him
I watch him laugh
for no reason at all
I wish to get inside him
to know what is going on in there
I wish to give him the
body of love
that I feel when I look at him
I know that he will be with me
for the rest of my life,
so I do what I must
to prepare us both
for the long road
I try to give him
what all mothers hope for
a love of life
despite all the struggling
to find his way
in this disagreeable world.
I hope that one day
he will be able to
tell me all about
his experience of life.
But for now
I will just love him
and care for him
and keep him safe
from those who don't know
who he is.
Just a regular boy
with a different operating system.
Which just makes me,
Like all mothers
raising their precious children.
My boy! May life always
be happy for you
May you continue to
have the best people in your life
keep you safe
and love you
when I'm gone.
He is Autism
He is beauty
He is perfect
He is my baby boy
He is Eli
less enthusiastic
about the fact
that it's world autism awareness day
So what? I thought
I am aware of it every single day
My little boy,
the most special guy I know
He is a face of autism
I watch him struggle
to be understood
to live in a world
that is not suited to his
operating system.
I watch him smile
because his sister teases him
I watch him laugh
for no reason at all
I wish to get inside him
to know what is going on in there
I wish to give him the
body of love
that I feel when I look at him
I know that he will be with me
for the rest of my life,
so I do what I must
to prepare us both
for the long road
I try to give him
what all mothers hope for
a love of life
despite all the struggling
to find his way
in this disagreeable world.
I hope that one day
he will be able to
tell me all about
his experience of life.
But for now
I will just love him
and care for him
and keep him safe
from those who don't know
who he is.
Just a regular boy
with a different operating system.
Which just makes me,
Like all mothers
raising their precious children.
My boy! May life always
be happy for you
May you continue to
have the best people in your life
keep you safe
and love you
when I'm gone.
He is Autism
He is beauty
He is perfect
He is my baby boy
He is Eli
Broken Glass. March 29 2013
My mother collected pretty things
Jewelry, Plates, villages of wood
Holiday things and cat things
She liked to surround herself with
memories and beauty
Many times I felt like
I did not belong among
the collections
I wasn't a pretty thing
to be treasured and displayed
Rather I was a reminder
of things that went wrong,
things she didn't want to recall
today I am packing to move
to a home that is all mine,
never shared with my past
I am excited, I am packing
the few pretty things I have
Suddenly, a goblet shattered
the play of emotions in my breast
the sadness, the initial panic
the feeling that my mother
would be disappointed in me yet again
I felt like a child
I broke love
and made my mother
find yet another reason
to turn away from
the one thing in her life
that wasn't a displayable
object of beauty.
Me, I am a broken glass, and I need the glue of love.
Jewelry, Plates, villages of wood
Holiday things and cat things
She liked to surround herself with
memories and beauty
Many times I felt like
I did not belong among
the collections
I wasn't a pretty thing
to be treasured and displayed
Rather I was a reminder
of things that went wrong,
things she didn't want to recall
today I am packing to move
to a home that is all mine,
never shared with my past
I am excited, I am packing
the few pretty things I have
Suddenly, a goblet shattered
the play of emotions in my breast
the sadness, the initial panic
the feeling that my mother
would be disappointed in me yet again
I felt like a child
I broke love
and made my mother
find yet another reason
to turn away from
the one thing in her life
that wasn't a displayable
object of beauty.
Me, I am a broken glass, and I need the glue of love.
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Two Poems
Spring Equinox
I died
I found the desire
to be lovingly touched
to not fear asking
for the love I need
after
after playing and crying
after dancing with the child
I never allowed myself
to be
She entered my womb
and made
spinning
tornadic
emergence.
Walking with Elijah
It was so cold out but we
put on our coats and went
out the door. Ready to move
he walked far ahead
and I shouted, Wait!
I put on my music
and walked to the beat
I caught up.
He took my hand
His was cold but he
was so happy to be
walking with me
His joy bled deep
into my soul and
I wanted to sing
I wanted to dance
What defines him is
that beautiful ability
to revel in simple pleasure
to walk along
just happy to be
I realized
we can have
these perfect moments often
every day if we remember
to greet the world with
simple joy
I died
I found the desire
to be lovingly touched
to not fear asking
for the love I need
after
after playing and crying
after dancing with the child
I never allowed myself
to be
She entered my womb
and made
spinning
tornadic
emergence.
Walking with Elijah
It was so cold out but we
put on our coats and went
out the door. Ready to move
he walked far ahead
and I shouted, Wait!
I put on my music
and walked to the beat
I caught up.
He took my hand
His was cold but he
was so happy to be
walking with me
His joy bled deep
into my soul and
I wanted to sing
I wanted to dance
What defines him is
that beautiful ability
to revel in simple pleasure
to walk along
just happy to be
I realized
we can have
these perfect moments often
every day if we remember
to greet the world with
simple joy
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Poems for the last few days
March 11th poem of the day:
Babies
They are smiles
they are squirms
they are joy
wrapped in a small package
when you get older
and you can't have your own
all you want to do is hold
other mothers' babies
because they are soft
because they are joy
wrapped in a small package
March 12:
Making a story
Today instead of writing a story
I made one
with my hands
I molded, I cut, I folded
I sewed and I drew
And before my eyes I created a story
It was beautiful
March 13th
Stress
Some days you wake up stressed out
after a night full of dreaming about
things that make no sense in the morning
Coffee spills instead of going in your cup
the breakfast you made burns
and the children won't get up
You cheer when they get to school finally
thinking, now I can rest
but when you get home, some new crisis
comes in. And rather than welcome it
You get more stressed
The children come home from school
and won't do homework or clean up
the many messes they make throughout the afternoon
they argue and push and pull
The stress mounts as they are refusing the good food
you hoped would calm everyone and make them happier
then instead of baths they run screaming from you
and fight with each other
After all you want is for them to go to bed
and they won't, instead they are running
running into walls, running in the house
jumping on the furniture
Loud, Loud, Loud!
Eventually they do go to bed, though
and you can sit and write this poem
and pretend things were worse than they
really were.
It was really just another day in the life
of a crazy, amazing, awesome single mom.
Babies
They are smiles
they are squirms
they are joy
wrapped in a small package
when you get older
and you can't have your own
all you want to do is hold
other mothers' babies
because they are soft
because they are joy
wrapped in a small package
March 12:
Making a story
Today instead of writing a story
I made one
with my hands
I molded, I cut, I folded
I sewed and I drew
And before my eyes I created a story
It was beautiful
March 13th
Stress
Some days you wake up stressed out
after a night full of dreaming about
things that make no sense in the morning
Coffee spills instead of going in your cup
the breakfast you made burns
and the children won't get up
You cheer when they get to school finally
thinking, now I can rest
but when you get home, some new crisis
comes in. And rather than welcome it
You get more stressed
The children come home from school
and won't do homework or clean up
the many messes they make throughout the afternoon
they argue and push and pull
The stress mounts as they are refusing the good food
you hoped would calm everyone and make them happier
then instead of baths they run screaming from you
and fight with each other
After all you want is for them to go to bed
and they won't, instead they are running
running into walls, running in the house
jumping on the furniture
Loud, Loud, Loud!
Eventually they do go to bed, though
and you can sit and write this poem
and pretend things were worse than they
really were.
It was really just another day in the life
of a crazy, amazing, awesome single mom.
Sunday, March 10, 2013
Confusion
I took my time
I learned
I grew
I changed, slowly
One day I stopped being scared
So I began again
renewed, different, but accepting
of what will come
Then something came
and I grow exasperated
because finally
fire, passion
and I am terrified
of getting burned
I am filled with scarlet visions
of forked branching paths
Which one to take?
Why do they all lead to more
branches of choices
I must make
Head spinning
heart racing
nail biting
now shove my hand in the fire!
I learned
I grew
I changed, slowly
One day I stopped being scared
So I began again
renewed, different, but accepting
of what will come
Then something came
and I grow exasperated
because finally
fire, passion
and I am terrified
of getting burned
I am filled with scarlet visions
of forked branching paths
Which one to take?
Why do they all lead to more
branches of choices
I must make
Head spinning
heart racing
nail biting
now shove my hand in the fire!
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