April!

Well.

Let's just pretend that March only had 19 days, ok?

Between that nasty cold, traveling to Wyoming, and a period of ennui in between, there wasn't a lot of poetry in my heart the last few weeks of the month.

I lie.  There was plenty of poetry in my heart in Wyoming.  I do love it there.  But being on single mom duty, with a time change, and the altitude... Excuses excuses....

A part of me wants to try again this month, as apparently it is National Poetry Month.

A part of me also wants to get my arse back on the exercise bandwagon (illness plus travel is also bad for one's gym routine....) with something ambitious like exercising every day...

A part of me is waiting for inspiration to strike, for a good, meaningful focus to appear before me... Something that will keep me going for a full, life-shifting Thirty Days...

I'm going to blame the time change again, and beg for a few more days to decide...

More later....

March 18

little girl
you
with the eyes that gleam
the knowing smile
Eyebrows that tell a story

little face
Pink lips
Hair in your eyes
Brushed back with your wrist

you
With the funny voice
The sweetest kiss
The indomitable spirit

I could not love you more
If I tried

March 19

In chorus

For this moment
We are all
Like minded
Like voiced
Blending and unified
On one open-mouthed ahh

Eyes raised
Hearts raised
We work together to create

A note
A tone
A chord
A dream

When we walk out
Of this space
At 9:30
We will go back to our
Own lives
Own ideas
Politics
Jobs
Our own colored lenses on the world

But right now
For this moment

We are working
In chorus.

March 17

So.   A brief hiatus to deal with a nasty spring cold that knocked me right on my derriere for a few days.  I did have some momentary inspiration for verses about my aching bones on Thursday, but not the energy to type.   Tonight- feeling better, thank you.  Not particularly inspired, but better...

I did promise to try, though, so here is me, getting back on track...

Fever

there is something
out of body
about
a fever

acutely aware
of each of my bones

from a distance

trapped and dizzy
shuffling
hot

aching ankles
burning skin

focused on each step
each move
the promise of sleep
or ibuprofen
 
it will not consume me

I am only watching!

but first,
I think,
a nap
 

March 13

Snuffly nose today and tired.   Not the best time for poetic inspiration. 
I wrote a kind of crappy poem about the new pope and then I deleted it.

I promise to try harder tomorrow.

March 12

Today at Starbucks Nat and I happened to be discussing the relative similarities and differences of Hilton Head and Nantucket (give us time alone, and you just never know where the conversation will go!) Nat, arguing for differences, stated that "no one ever wrote a limerick about Hilton Head."

Sounds like a challenge to me.

A limerick about Hilton Head

There once was a man from Hilton Head
Who liked to sleep in a built-in bed
He had very long sheets
Tucked over his feets
But he wished that he had a kilt instead.

March 10

The sun came out today
A breath of hope
a warm sigh on my skin

My children played soccer
made sandcastles
tracked in mud and leaves
smelled like fresh air
climbed
rolled
for the sheer joy of rolling
in the sun-warmed grass

Let the snow come again
if it must

I will have this taste of
spring
to hold on to