That day when
it rained
and the wind
was blowing hard…
That day when
I missed
the bus and
had to run…
That day when
you walked
right past me
we didn’t know…
Posted in NanoPoblano, poem, tagged missed connections, nablopomo, NanoPoblano, poem, soul mates, unanswered questions, you just never know on November 8, 2015| 4 Comments »
That day when
it rained
and the wind
was blowing hard…
That day when
I missed
the bus and
had to run…
That day when
you walked
right past me
we didn’t know…
Posted in after midnight, poem, writing from a prompt, tagged after midnight, poem, writing from a prompt on May 25, 2015| 3 Comments »
Through the open window
I hear the world
Outside…
Tap tap tap
Lori’s cane constant
As she takes her midnight walk
Vroom vroom vroom
Andres’ clunker as it coughs, warming
Before it carries him to work
Tinkle chinkle tinkle
The delicate chimes
Whispering in the gentle breeze
Midnight’s habits never change
Midnight
The magic hour
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I don’t usually try poetry but today, while browsing for a writing prompt to try, I came across this one at Something New Daily and thought I would give it a quick once over try. The poem above is what spilled out. My poem is not great but it’s a good first try that I might play around with later.
Posted in memories, poem, tagged flashback, memories, memories are made of this, nablopomo, poem, repost on January 26, 2015| 1 Comment »
An old poem that resurfaced today:
Southbound On the I-5
Middle lane of the southbound I-5
listening to the classic oldies
singing along
“… oye, como va mi ritmo,
vamos a bailar …”
rudely interrupted
by that noisy Harley
coming up on my left
just as it reaches me
I am jolted, snatched, and
catapulted
backwards
to a time I barely recognized
my teen years
a foreign place
a different time zone
I see that girl
she’s wearing hot pants
the lime green ones
they have a matching top
sleeveless
sailor collar
that awful huge bow
right in the middle
She’s laughing
I hear it clearly
She’s happy
I can almost feel it too
The girl is filled with youth
filled with joy
filled with the unknown
the future
The girl knows little
not what life is about
not what the future will bring
not about the sorrows and the losses
not about the joys and the triumphs
The girl knows only NOW
she knows only wonder
she knows giddiness
she knows That Boy
and the dizziness she feels
she knows That Boy
and the way his leather jacket smells
she knows That Boy
and the way he looks at her
she knows That Boy
and the safeness he brings
The girl wonders
wonders about the uncomfortable feeling
in that secret area
wonders what her name would sound like
next to his
the girl smiles
not knowing much
Then I’m back in my blue Camry
“… you put a spell on me Baby…”
back in the middle lane
going southbound
and I smile
knowing so much
I still smile
Posted in about me, poem, tagged about me, nablopomo, poem on January 18, 2015| Leave a Comment »
Revisting an old poem I wrote some time ago and published here in 2009.
That’s Where I’m From
I was born from passion and lust
into a world of hunger and thirst
I am from the feelings kept
inside of me, always voiceless
that’s where I’m from
From pain and broken promises
from betrayal and from anguish
that’s where I’m from
From lies and drunken nights
from addiction and from mistrust
that’s where I’m from
I am from the laughter in my heart
from hope seen in my dreams
that’s where I’m from
From darkness deep inside of me
from vanished dreams and tears
that’s where I’m from
I am from the strength inside of me
strength that emerges when needed
that’s where I’m from
Posted in poem, writing on August 5, 2009| 5 Comments »
Some years ago, while a participant in the UCLA Writing Project’s Summer Invitational, I learned to teach writing by having the students respond to other writing and/or to use published writing as a “form” to follow for their own writing, substituting their own words and phrases and ideas.
One poem we used was by George Ella Lyon, called Where I’m From. In class we had to write our own response and share it with the other adult teachers. I wrote several versions and was persuaded to use one upbeat one for our published anthology. Tonight, while going through some old files, I came across another version, written at home, probably during a particularly low point. I was stunned. I reworked it a bit and am sharing it with you now.
That’s Where I’m From
I was born from passion and lust
into a world of hunger and thirst
I am from the feelings kept
inside of me, always voiceless
that’s where I’m from
From pain and broken promises
from betrayal and from anguish
that’s where I’m from
From lies and drunken nights
from addiction and from mistrust
that’s where I’m from
I am from the laughter in my heart
from hope seen in my dreams
that’s where I’m from
From darkness deep inside of me
from vanished dreams and tears
that’s where I’m from
I am from the strength inside of me
strength that emerges when needed
that’s where I’m from
Posted in Manic Mondays, poem, tagged life, ordinary things on March 3, 2008| 16 Comments »
This week’s Manic Monday prompt word is WANT. I offer you a poem…
Things I want
to do
with you
look at photo albums
walk in the night
share a meal
hold hands
Ordinary things
watch a movie
discuss the weather
take a trip to the store
share a lazy afternoon
Ordinary things
that we will
never do
Posted in deception, divorce, poem on October 25, 2007| 3 Comments »
Little did I know
as I watched you sleep
the secrets you kept
locked inside your heart
the ones you used to
destroy me
the moment you chose
to awaken
annihilating the safety
of my ignorance