2015 Writober 1: A Beginning

My first Writober entry is a poem I'm sending off to be considered for a publication so I won't be showing my work. It's a poem / idea that's been bouncing around in my head since my mother died. Whether or not it gets published, it feels good to have it written.

Daily Drabble 28: CAKE!

Love                                              Love

Love yourself                                 Love yourself

Love yourself with a cake                Love yourself with a cake

Love yourself with a birthday cake  Love yourself with a birthday cake

Love yourself with a birthday cake made of ice cream cream and cake

Because it is your birthday you deserve to do the things you want

If you understood what this was about you would already know

You would know why it is important how it is awesome

While it is about cake it is not about cake

It is always about much more

It is about love

Love of self

Love

Daily Drabble 25: Lazy Bones

Wasting light and wasting life

Living as if you have no strife

Tangled within the bed you made

You find you are beginning to fade

Lazy bones, lazy bones!

What do you do,

You Lazy Bones?

Lazy bones, lazy bones!

What do you do,

You Lazy Bones?

But there are things you need to do

You don’t know? I can name a few!

If only you could just move on

You lay that still, you’ll soon be gone!

Lazy bones, lazy bones!

What do you do,

You Lazy Bones?

Lazy bones, lazy bones!

What do you do,

You Lazy Bones?

Brain Freeze

A bolt in the skull

Freezing the thoughts in the brain

Unable to write

Daily Drabble 17: Terrible Poetry is Terrible (And picture too!)

Livin’ in a dome

Our beaver home

We gnaw on the wood

At times misunderstood

We manipulate

And create

We have the greatest plan

We are the Beaver Clan

Watch us swim so deep

The truth is what we keep

We smell like vanilla

Not like a gorilla

We manipulate

And create

We have the greatest plan

We are the Beaver Clan

We needn’t any tools

We’re very rarely fools

We’re waterproof

It’s not a spoof

We manipulate

And create

We have the greatest plan

We are the Beaver Clan

We have the greatest plan

We are the Beaver Clan

Skunks!

The skunks sat sweetly

Waiting like duotone puffs

Catching sparks of light

April 1st...

April first means something different for my family than it does for the rest of the world. Eighteen years ago today my older sister was in a white water rafting accident. She came close to dying, was in a coma for close to a month and now lives with a brain injury. My parents are her full time caretakers. When they lived closer, my other sisters and I would sometimes help. Now only my youngest sister lives nearby. She is mostly functional, but her short term memory doesn't work so well while her long term memory is difficult for her to access. 

I remember the wind

The smell of chimney fire

As I dug for my keys

The door opened

"There's been an accident"

The crack in my dad's voice

Said no foolery of April

Would ever be fun again

Hyena

I have often been told that I have a hyena-like laugh. When I was young, it was meant to be a way of shaming me. But I took pride in my laugh and began researching my laughing kin. I found that hyenas are often misunderstood... something I could relate to. I am fascinated by the mythology around them... I am enthralled with their societal structures. I have yet to write a piece about hyenas that I'm happy with, but here's a poem-ish thing that I don't hate.  







Bringer of light
Challenger of rule
You laugh at their slender lives

They use your droppings

And call you scavenger

The cannibal kaftar

You lay in your eternal cave
Feline Canine Viverrid

You break classification

Hiding from the light
Exposing all with a laugh






*drawing by Rebecca Huston

And Dream of Spring...

I hate the cold, it makes me sad,
So let's go on a tanning fad!
If tanning beds are too unsound
Find a greenhouse to search around.
A spot of dirt in which to dig
Make a castle of mud and twig
Fill a basket with such delight
We'll have a picnic late at night.
And when they tell us to get out,
We'll throw our hands and scream and shout,
"We will not leave for anything
Except the coming of the spring!"