Publish a poem

I don’t really want to do this anymore. Perhaps it was a phase. I have definitely lost inspiration or something. I haven’t written a poem in a long time. Maybe, in the future, if I’m inspired again, I’ll decide on a goal like…share poetry.

I just don’t have the inspiration these days. Work is absoulutly maddening and between politics and the horrible weather I am in one stressful funk. I mean, the feds are screwing up everything, it’s raining every damn weekend and I can’t even get in one day of skiing, I’m freaking exhausted. Depression and angst are definitely good sources, but it’s not the kind of thing that offers phrasing conducive to poetry. Ah well, perhaps we’ll wait for something big to happen.

It was the others
It never seemed right
The way that the parents
Across the hall fight

I stood on the sidelines
Watching and knew
All of the fighting
Just to get through

One lousy day
In the life of a child
Piles up anger
It makes you go wild

I knew from the sounds
I could tell from the screams
The things that they shouted
And all that it means

Don’t you know
Didn’t your hear
Mothers bruise too

When you heard it
Didn’t you fear
Mothers bruise too

And off in the distance
The child fell asleep
Dreaming of monsters
And enemies that creep

The child never told
She lay silent in bed
And never told anyone
All the things that were said

Now it’s the next day
Will you forget
Will you wait for the next time
He bashes her head

Don’t you know
Didn’t your hear
Mothers bruise too

When you heard it
Didn’t you fear
Mothers bruise too

(I’m working on this one as a song. It’s a little simplistic for now. I started with the title. Now if I could find a musician to work with it and put some music to it.)

10 degrees below zero
Frost on window
Thermometer quivering
Warmth seeping out from corners
Cold creeping in the cracks.
Icicles off rooftops
Snow lighting darkened fields
Crisp thoughts of crunching snow
Slick ice and frosty nose.
First move to open door
Deep breath in before there’s more
Close door behind
Take first true breath
Immediate clench of teeth
Lungs reject.
Try one more time
Inhale through nose
What’s that feeling?
It’s booger cold!

Ready, set, go.
Jump to start
Crunch of ground under sneaker
Pound of pavement to sole
Rhythm of race
Sound of the pace
Naked under my clothes
Feeling sweat roll down my back
Slowly accumulate
Drip in my creases
Rhythm of the race
Sound of the pace
Heart beats faster
Pounding under the skin
Pulse dancing on the edge
Flesh warming
Muscles forming
Face flush with the blood
Of goals and ambition
Muscles burn to keep the speed
Each step winding up
Like the start of a fever pitch
Never slowing
Not even knowing
Where the trail leads
Racing to a place
Where heart is stronger
Body leaner
Self esteem higher
Me, only better.

Tiny crystal labrynth
Decorating window
Shoulder
Tip of nose
Barely noticed
Before you melt away.
Most unique piece of jewelery
That ever went unnoticed
Whimsical
Glorious
Creation from above.
Little snowflake
One among billions
Have taken down
The moronic driver
In the SUV
Now waiting
In the ditch
For the tow truck.

Deep gray pools of clouds
Surround house and sky
Swallow up light of sun and moon
And let loose from above
Trickling down window pane
Streams of liquid jewels
Racing each other to the plip plop
TO the drip drop off ledges
Plipping and drizzling
Past curtain beyond trees
Quietly singing its life to me.

The last moment I recall
Before my world changed completely
Before you called with the news
Before I feared for your life
The last moment I had breath
Beyond pain and ache
Before my knees buckled
Before the walls caved in
The last moment I recall
Before the world turned dark
I sat alone in the restaurant
Pure joy
I sank my teeth into the forbidden food
I savored the intense flavor
I felt like a child sneaking a cookie
Like a lover sneaking away in the dark
The last moment I recall
I felt whole
I felt satified
I was together
BEfore you called I was complete.

Who are those nasty cheer goblins?
They bring cheer
Then snatch it away
How can they sleep at night
KNowing how sad they have made me?

Okay this one sucked. But I bet there are tons of you out there who appreciate my angst!

Fast approaching
Like a tidal wave
My own tsunami washing over me
Like in a dream
Where I am underwater
But I can breathe.
Swirling motion
Awaiting the action
That will set off the next tidal wave
And I will fall
Under its weight
Without support.
Dancing muses
Mocking me
Losing control
Like taking too much air in
And waking up
On the floor.