Origin

Small, quiet, shy.

Timid even.

Forgetful.

Absent mindedly staring

out the classroom window

she forms an early relationship

with the narrator inside

her little blond head.

This is her original self.

Disguised beneath the years

of growing, learning,

fun, fear,

love, loss,

pain, scars.

The veneer of confidence

projected out of necessity

for survival.

Nothing.

Nothing has changed.

She is still

the small, shy,

narrator of her own life.

#NaPoWriMo #poetry #day11 #origin

Freeze, Flood, Fire, Fall

I love the snow

lakes and rivers in their solid form

five months of pure white quiet

eventually retreats

into melt and mud

washouts and sandbags

water in all the wrong places

but soon enough

it all dries up

and dries and dries and burns

smoke and evacuation alerts

jagged nerves pray for

any kind of rain

until one day it falls

in soothing sprinkles

along with the pine needles

soft days and crisp nights

hold gentle anticipation

of the first snow

#NaPoWriMo #poetry #weather #seasons

Multitasking

As I write

this terrible poem

I am

doing laundry

drinking wine

listening to opera

staring out the window

breathing

getting hungry

patting a cat

and

procrastinating

#NaPoWriMo #poetry #day9 #multitasking