Monthly Archives: April 2015

6/30 #NaPoWriMo #30×30

There are those 

who are swallowed by the stage


Shrinking violets 

That wilt under the spotlight 

like a post-Valentine’s 

street-side bouquet 


Petals of potential 

hastily scattered

Crumbling at the touch 

like dreams 


Another victim

Drops off the scene


The verdict comes swiftly


The stage does not wait

to be asked 

It’s honesty is unsolicited

and unforgiving 

Holding careers and confidence 

In it’s hands 

Like hourglass sands


But there are those 

Who seek solace in it’s embrace

Lay foundations with each 

footstep and call it 

HOME

Who consider it family

For it’s the only honest voice

They’ve ever known


And if you’re fortunate

You’ll catch a glimpse

Of clumsy caterpillars

Blossoming into butterflies


Witness transformations

That defy both logic and senses

But but make perfect sense 

To our hearts

Artists

Engulfed with the burning desire

To make their mark


If you wish to look God in the eye

Witness one of his creations 

In it’s natural habitat 

Notice how it wears it’s skin

Like a prom dress

How it’s never startled

by the sound of it’s own voice 

Nay; It roars


There are those 

Who are swallowed by the stage


And there are those

Who birth wings 

and ascend

to unimaginable heights

On the food chain






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5/30 #NaPoWriMk #30×30

A Haiku:

The quote “Try not, do

Or do not. There is no try”

Is one to live by 

5/30 #NaPoWriMo #30×30

A Haiku:

The quote “Try not, do

Or do not.  There is no try”

Is one to live by.

4/30 #NaPoWriMo #30×30

My daughter is a whirlwind

Thirty-four inches of tickle fight

Tumbling off couches

One inch for every month 

She’s been on this Earth

As of the moment these words

emanate from my pen

Scratch that

My fingertips


Because my daughter is a modern girl

And while she may never know it

She designs your technology 

For it is little fingers like hers 

That create the need to do things like: Disable in-app purchases


She is a manic meld

Of temper tantrum

And cupcake smile

But if you ever “accidentally”

Pick up her juice box 

You better 

Let it Go

Let it Go


Or rest assured

You will be severely scolded

with wagging finger

And you better not sing her song

Especially on karaoke night 

Or prepare to have your mic snatched 

And your heart

Dissected

by pouty lips

and scrunched up faces


My daughter is a master negotiator 

Clasped tightly in her hand is a string at which she gently tugs 

Until it gyroscopes my heart

Giving way to her demands

with turnstile efficiency 


And I’m sure you’re 

Waiting 

for the twist, the turn

But my daughter melts hearts 

straight, no chaser undiluted

And if you think 

I’d ever leave her side

You’re deluded


She is

Living proof that there are 

No mistakes

No accidents 

She is an oasis

of Chicken Soup for the Soul

And I’m mainlining

For every day she injects purpose into my pulse with poetic precision


Since the moment she was mobile 

She’s brought me a daily bucket

full of randomness 

Exclaims “Happy Birthday”

Then takes it back 

so she can do it again


I don’t know if she’s pretending 

Or if she just thinks 

“Happy Birthday”

is something you say 

To show someone that

You love them

But I could care less

As long as her little heart

keeps giving 


She doesn’t just create

Live action screenplays 

that capture my breath 

She’s the director 

Behind the moments 

that make life worth living



3/30 #NaPoWriMo 30/30

A Haiku:

Strange that “twins” are the

Ultimate male fantasy 

Incest is in now? 

2/30 #NaPoWriMo #30×30

Ask me about privilege

and I’ll tell you about being four

I’ll regale you with stories of sandcastles

along the shores of Lake Erie

Tiny feet

sinking into sand

As I ran boasting to my parents

about how I so graciously

shared my pale and shovel

with a young black child


Unzipped smile

stitched from ear to ear

Tail wagging 

Eagerly awaiting my reward

A pat on the head

posing as

a Nobel Peace Prize 

for playgrounds


I’ll tell you about

Recognition

for being human

Blue ribbons for

basic decency

I’ll tell you

about being the Sun

in a vacuum

1/30 #NaPoWriMo

These knots are familiar

Each twist and turn

Pretzeling my insides

I know their curves 

The way my tongue 

Knows the grooves in my teeth

Lacerations from the needle 

On the polygraph 

In the pit of my abdomen

Sea sick

An angry ocean of truth

Swirling in my stomach 

Heart engulfed 

In a kudzu of distrust

These knots are familiar

Familiarity breeds contempt