Tuesday, September 22, 2015

This is Where I Picture You

"On the death of a friend, we should consider that the fates through confidence have devolved on us the task of a double living, that we have henceforth to fulfill the promise of our friend's life also, in our own, to the world.” ~ Henry David Thoreau

"When I am laid, am laid in earth, may my wrongs create
No trouble, no trouble in, in thy breast.
When I am laid, am laid in earth, may my wrongs create
No trouble, no trouble in, in thy breast.
Remember me, remember me, but ah!
Forget my fate.
Remember me, but ah!
Forget my fate.
Remember me, remember me, but ah!
Forget my fate.
Remember me, but ah!
Forget my fate."
Didos Lament "When I Am Laid in Earth" opera Dido and Aeneas by Henry Purcell

This is Where I Picture You

If there ever was a talk, it was over tea -
Putting the world to right with a good cup of tea.
But the world is not right -
In it's off kilter spin I can feel a space
in the strongest part of my bones -
there is a space that I am attempting to fill with you.
And it's closing fast, like the vacuum of space siphoning through a pinhole
and if it heals without the last memory I could conjure - will I remember you?
Did you know the profound friendship we created?
Across the world too - you the left brain to my right

And yet-
I picture you along the blue water beach near your home
in the shade of a well grown tree
drinking a cup of tea with with a perfectly scalloped biscuit, toasted and sweet
I picture you arranging and rearranging books in order of:
to read
to re-read
no wait, to re-read first
then to read
oh a new book
I picture you strolling along the edge of the water
maybe this time you'll venture further into the water
or maybe this time you'll let the water carry everything you can give it

This is where I picture you - standing
with a clear sky above, 
clear water around and 
all of us, at the shore
trying to keep up with all the memories we have of you
trying to keep breathing and going
attempting to put the world to right
without you in it

In memory of my dear friend who left this world too soon. I miss you.

Monday, March 30, 2015

one year later...

Hello lovely reader/s!
A whole year has traveled by and NaPoWriMo 2015 is hours away! I'm excited to participate again and will do my best to keep up with the daily posts!
Thanks for reading and if you have any prompts you want me to attempt - let me have 'em!

Happy writing!

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Day 11 - Free Write

Final night of being sick I was tired of being in bed - yes that is possible.


It starts at my finger tips
and calves -
       as if they're expecting
       a quick get away
       or deflection.

I never know what
to do with my hands
       so I draw
       diagrams of how this
       disease can help make
       my life that less

I keep moving my
legs hoping they'll
       wear each other out
       as if rubbing them together
       would burn this feeling

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Day 10 - Free Write

Okay, this one is pretty lame but I had this poem in my head while on loads of flu medicines.

This Is Just To Say
by William Carlos Williams

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

So here's mine - obviously not at great as WCW's but a weird drug induced attempt

Dear Pen
   Yes you are
   so bright blue and silver

I just couldn't let
you lay untouched
on a dirty counter top

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Back to life

Sorry for the delay but have been battling the flu for 3 days. I promise to be back tomorrow!

Day 9 - A Letter

So there I was - lying in bed, in the cool dark bedroom with a cold towel across my forehead - and then the crying of an infant. The downstairs neighbors have a teeny tiny baby and I'm not sure if it was "maternal instinct" or that it was 3AM that I woke up and wrote this.

A Letter of Complaint

Dear Sir or Madam
     I congratulate you on
            your success of procreating.

I marvel at your way of
      not paying mind to your baby.

I especially love it
     when it cries downstairs at 3AM.

Every. Single. Morning.

So, please kindly stop these notes
        left on my door.

I know my dishwasher is
      on at 6AM.

Your Neighbor

Monday, April 8, 2013

Day 8 - Free Write

On this day, the temperature reached 92 degrees --- I can almost taste Summer. I'm both excited and terrified of this Summer, I think it's going to be record breaking heat (scary) but I do live in an apartment with a swimming pool (not so scary).

A Love Song for Summer

Actually -
     a loveish kind of
     song for the upcoming
     TEXAS summer.

Summer -
    You will come without
    warning within the
    next 21 days.

    and you will burst
    all over flowers and
    and hills and make
    living here

When does Fall start?