NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing

Spring Break

The piles grow above her head

More and more tasks and work

Furiously she works to clear them out,

One by one, only to be replaced by three more

The cycle is unending, no finish line to see

But the sun is shining and flowers in bloom

So instead she begins to plan her escape.

Tunneling through the mountain,

Finally finding a route to take.

She takes a few final steps,

addressing only the most important,

Sets on her responses to do not disturb

And makes her way out into the light.

April 15, 2022 – DRM

NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing

Heavenly Redwoods

Streams of light pierce through

Upon a misty forested floor.

The redwoods soar up high

Touching the heavens above.

A quiet stream babbles nearby,

As small chirps jump upon branches.

Breathing the dewey morning calms

And bring a peaceful smile.

Although it is only in my dreams.

April 14, 2022 – DRM

poetry, writing

Self-Conscious

She knew she was the butt of the joke,

Pulling back, wishing she were invisible.

Her “friends” laughed behind her back.

Her mind laughed at her, stupid girl.

So she shut down, unable to understand.

What made her such an easy mark?

She tried, probably too hard, to fit in.

Her awkward flat feet made it hard to be thin,

She hated how much her brain worked,

People unable to understand her memory.

It made her want to run and hide.

Chin up lady, show me what you’ve got,

But instead she built walls and

Grew a life that existed only in her head.

There she could be happy and free.

She could feel sadness, and write it away,

Then show her joy in the smallest of ways.

Destined to be lonely, even when surrounded

By friends and family who loved her so,

But she couldn’t see them, her mind blocked

Every good thing that happened,

Called all of it a fluke, or a conspiracy

To placate her until they wanted to

Pull the rug out from under her yet again.

NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing

Midnight

The sun long gone, far away now

And the moon has slipped out of view

The darkness reveals twinkling stars

Dancing across the night sky.

Midnight falls upon the land

As the cars dwindle and return home.

A lonely train horn blows in the distance

As I finally find my way to slumber.

April 12, 2022 – DRM

NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing

A New Breeze

Fluttering through shadow and light

Caught up by the softest breeze.

Landing on flowers and holding tight,

Gathering the goodness of pollen

And sipping on droplets of water

Nestled deep in petals in the shade.

Closing and opening brightly colors wings

A swallowtail of black and gold

Flitting and pulsing faster and faster

Until letting go and floating away

Upon a new breeze to flowers unknown.

April 11, 2022 – DRM

NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing

What’s in a Name?

The crazy thoughts of youth.

I remember the day you said

you’d rather take my name.

I was humbled and shocked,

But I didn’t know what to say.

I wanted your name so much,

Much more than my own.

I wondered if we could,

if we should, just maybe,

come up with one of our own.

I pictured our future that very day.

While it didn’t come to pass,

And our paths went different ways,

I hope you know, I do wish we had.

NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing

Aquatic Peace

Muffled sounds in the distance of motors and creatures

Echoes of sounds morphed by the waves of the sea

Warm waters surround, suspended and weightless,

Almost helpless against the pull of the current.

Releasing control to nature, watching in amazement

The reef is alive and filled with multitudes of colors

Yellow and blue, purple and greens, fish abound

Red and iridescent corals bend in the flow

Thoughts of a racing mind drift away

as attention moves to closer things,

Peace can be found in this aquatic escape.

But one thing is always there wishing

these adventures one day we may share.

April 9, 2022 – DRM

NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing

Love Juxtaposed

Tender is the touch of love.

Gripping is the grasp of passion.

Hear me whisper my words of adoration.

Revel in my cheers of sheer and pure joy.

Know my soft and light side is ever so real,

Although I may show a hard exterior shell,

And darkness may shadow me at times.

Conservative, nay safe, in my own life,

Yet liberal with freedom for others.

Find my every juxtaposition intriguing,

And love me to my very core,

Or say farewell and bid me adieu.

April 8, 2022 – DRM

NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing

POV

Take a look around, see anything different?

No? How about if you kneel down

Or look up above yourself?

Lay down in the grass and open your eyes

Do you see the world around you change?

Break from the screens and shut the noise?

How about now, what do you feel?

Go another direction, deep into the heart of the city.

Hear the noise, watch the rush of people,

It’s a different world here too.

Shift your view to the sadness in the East,

See the chaos and destruction and death.

Now come back to where you are.

Grateful to be where you are.

Happy to have all you have,

At peace with all you love.

Amazing what happens when you go and

Change your point of view.

April 7, 2022 – DRM