good night, good night
it’s been a thrill.
to be here
to arrange words
you could say
I’m fulfilled.
I’m all written out
for the moment at least
so i will sleep till full light
my heart momentarily at peace.
good night,
Good Night.
Month: May 2012
Poem A Day: I’d take a knife to my skin
only
if it was
Razor Sharp.
But if it wasn’t
then I’d press the knife
gently
against
the dimpled
juicy
luscious
skin
of a nectarine.
until the sweet juices
trickle out
gushes
down my wrist
my forearms
my elbow.
and drips onto the floor
beside my sandaled feet.
Competitions at the Coop
Posted to LitReactor’s Flash Fiction Smackdown: May Edition
So, the challenge was who could lay the tallest pile of eggs.
An impossible challenge, really, thought Mollie. Her legs were short. So too the rest of the hens. This was just silly, she thought, who’d win?
The last challenge (which Judy won and now was quite smug about) was for who had the most ruffled feathers. She’d hijacked the lone rooster and shook the coop like a coconut tree swaying aggressively in a tropical storm. Bitch, thought Mollie. If only she had snagged him first. Que sera, sera.
She was determined to do her best this time. I need that all-expense paid trip to wherever-you-like-to-go, she reminded herself.
So Mollie got started.
With each egg laid, she lifted herself so that the next would balance on top of the other. It took her a gruelling forty-eight minutes. Gently she lifted one leg over the other, standing on the tips of her claws. When she finally cleared the area, she sighed and looked at her four eggs tall pile. This was a winner, for sure.
Then the coop door banged open and Mollie watched in horror as the top most egg wobbled and slid down the pile, landing at the bottom. The second top most followed. Until all the eggs were on the hay instead of piled up.
‘Good job, Mollie! Knew you’d deliver the goods!’ said Jim the farmer, reaching in, putting the warm eggs in his basket.
Mollie looked at him, eyes wide. ‘Cluck, cluck‘.
Poem A Day: Those clouds were the problem
‘Those are mammatus clouds,’ he told me.
I look upwards
True enough,
like mammary glands, I could see,
those clouds overhead.
I got into my car,
and off I went.
Rain came falling,
Visibility dwindling.
That’s the normal trend.
I started my wiper.
Oops, they flew off.
Problem…
Poem A Day: The Trouble is Just Beginning
I’m pretty sure of it.
I’ve signed the papers
and soon
we’ve to make an announcement.
Then all hell will break loose,
or it won’t.
It could go either way.
Irregardless,
people will have to know,
roles adjusted,
responsibilities divvied up.
I’m ready,
I think.
Or as ready as I can be.
Are you?
And so it begins.
Poem A Day: Off with the birds
And so,
the birds – they wake me
in the morning.
I hear them chirping,
sweetly singing.
I look out my window
it overlooks the pond.
I see an egret
scooping fishes with it’s beak!
I am incensed!
I run downstairs,
and rummage in the store room,
And rush out my house.
until I was face-to-face
with the fish-stealing feathered creature.
I point my hunting gun.
And shoot.
Poem A Day: Allez!
There we stood,
Opposite,
Me on one side,
You the other,
Masks in place,
In my jacket,
I perspire,
Trying to remember,
Exactly where to attack,
Those vulnerable spots
on your body
which will benefit me most.
Swords at ready,
En garde we hear,
Oui we respond,
The buzzer sounds
And off we go
Attacking hearts for points.
Poem A Day: Ways to unlove
If I could unpeel you from me,
I’d take a knife to my skin.
If I could dislodge you from my heart,
I’d take a shovel to my chest,
If I could unsee your face,
I’d gouge my eyes with a fork,
If I could disremember your voice,
I’d pierce my eardrums till they bleed,
If I could unforget,
I’d bang my head against wood.
If I could unlove you,
I would.
Poem A Day: Morning dreams
In the morning
is when the best dreams come
when I awake
and return to sleep.
I dream
of all loves
and old crushes
of schoolgirl days
when passing notes
and how to do them
were my biggest concern.
I dream
of the future
premonitions of
my married self,
wife and mother.
the daughter and son
that I will have.
I dream of the love
I feel for them
people who have not existed yet
but only in my morning dreams.
So, in the morning
let me wake,
So I can go to sleep again.
And dream.
Poem A Day: Just because I don’t act like you
Just because it is unsaid
Does not mean it was held back
Doesn’t mean it was intentionally withheld
The words were kept within
No, don’t tell me omission is a sin.
Just because I don’t feel
what you think I should feel
Doesn’t mean my feelings are less
Doesn’t mean they’re invalid
Incorrect,
vapid.
Just because you don’t believe me,
Doesn’t mean it’s untrue,
Can’t you tell,
it’s not me,
only you
who weaves webs of lies
trapping everyone.
Who are you anyway?
To name yourself our judge,
To preside over us.
You’re imperfect too
You omit, you distract, you delay.
Trust me,
if there was, I’d find another way.
WORDS from SONOBE 