So I realized that it had been a few days since I posted or had written anything, and I've hit that dreamy, heavy lid period where my body makes me think I might actually sleep tonight.
The mind tends to loosen then, so I put down my tiny screen and decided now was as good a time as any to write. These are all once overs. I'm moving to bed, so won't edit really.
The first one should be obvious -- clearly inspired by my immediate previous activity.
The second by a line from my last poem that I decided I wanted to write more about. If you haven't been out for walks around your neighborhood or you're not affiliated with one of those feel good Facebook groups, you may have missed how everyone is trying to sidewalk chalk encouragement to all their neighbors. It's always pleasant to see and seemed poetic in and of itself.
Finally, I decided to try and process the conversation I had with my 7 year old tonight before bed.
NaPoWriMo Poem 2:
"Scrolling when you're too tired for Strolling."
Scroll and scroll and
chuckle
Scroll and scroll and
pause
Scroll and scroll and
groan
Vaguely recognize you shouldn't be here
doing this
Make a plan to get back to
whatever
scroll scroll click
scroll scroll share
like
scroll and scroll and...
yawn
where did the hour go?
Maybe if I scroll backwards
to find...
my original thread of thought
but it is lost amongst the memes
burried in the photos
posted and pinned inisde
a faulty search engine
I thought I'd scroll to
rest the mind
to pass the time
but the only thing
really scrolled
was me
NaPoWriMo Poem 3:
"Chalk Dust Love Letters"
Chalk dust love letters
left for strangers
scattered across
cracked concrete
hearts and bears
x's and o's
distant hellos
Rubbed away
swept beneath
happy feet
dampened by
persistent Spring
til edges blur
and letters fade
quicker than hope
NaPoWriMo Poem 4:
"New Bedtime Questions"
But why would the heart stop?
his little lips ask
the blanket almost covering them
The heart is made to beat
for a very long time
so a sickness or clot or defect
A defect? What would be a defect?
his eyes like all children's
too big in the dark
Sometimes something isn't right
sometimes something grows
or it's kind of like --
Like the virus? The covid virus?
Would the virus stop a heart?
he waits
No. Not that like that.
But I don't tell him
of all the other ways
The mind tends to loosen then, so I put down my tiny screen and decided now was as good a time as any to write. These are all once overs. I'm moving to bed, so won't edit really.
The first one should be obvious -- clearly inspired by my immediate previous activity.
The second by a line from my last poem that I decided I wanted to write more about. If you haven't been out for walks around your neighborhood or you're not affiliated with one of those feel good Facebook groups, you may have missed how everyone is trying to sidewalk chalk encouragement to all their neighbors. It's always pleasant to see and seemed poetic in and of itself.
Finally, I decided to try and process the conversation I had with my 7 year old tonight before bed.
NaPoWriMo Poem 2:
"Scrolling when you're too tired for Strolling."
Scroll and scroll and
chuckle
Scroll and scroll and
pause
Scroll and scroll and
groan
Vaguely recognize you shouldn't be here
doing this
Make a plan to get back to
whatever
scroll scroll click
scroll scroll share
like
scroll and scroll and...
yawn
where did the hour go?
Maybe if I scroll backwards
to find...
my original thread of thought
but it is lost amongst the memes
burried in the photos
posted and pinned inisde
a faulty search engine
I thought I'd scroll to
rest the mind
to pass the time
but the only thing
really scrolled
was me
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NaPoWriMo Poem 3:
"Chalk Dust Love Letters"
Chalk dust love letters
left for strangers
scattered across
cracked concrete
hearts and bears
x's and o's
distant hellos
Rubbed away
swept beneath
happy feet
dampened by
persistent Spring
til edges blur
and letters fade
quicker than hope
NaPoWriMo Poem 4:
"New Bedtime Questions"
But why would the heart stop?
his little lips ask
the blanket almost covering them
The heart is made to beat
for a very long time
so a sickness or clot or defect
A defect? What would be a defect?
his eyes like all children's
too big in the dark
Sometimes something isn't right
sometimes something grows
or it's kind of like --
Like the virus? The covid virus?
Would the virus stop a heart?
he waits
No. Not that like that.
But I don't tell him
of all the other ways
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