The last poem

The last poem for poetry month was written by Aaron and Marta. Hope your months to come are filled with delicious mouth watering words.

Oz

orange yellow and red roses
peanut butter and chocolate ice cream smiles
the remains of a birthday cake on a hot summer day
shall we wander on backroads for miles

or will you hold my hand and guide me through
dark blue waters and caramel sunsets
around the inlet that ferries don't know
a map, a locket compass, and a string

welcoming friend into family breast
Dorothy's tornado not needed
there's no place like home
there's no place like home

there's no place like home

Crashing

through the clouds
like an early December sleet

through the river
the mama salmon leaves her eggs

through the cornfield
the outfielder chases the ball

through it all
my head hits the pillow

Ok. I ended up getting Taco Bell and a small piece of cake. After all it isn't my birthday yet. Tomorrow my boyfriend is taking me to the Bengal Tiger in Roosevelt for my bday dinner. It is the best Indian restaurant that I have dined at in Seattle. Not super greasy, the oil doesn't create little designs. I think they use less oil and more spices, it is amazing. Even the flat bread at the start that I usually skip I can't stop eating there.

Then we will maybe go for ice cream depending on if we are hungry. Probably not as the portions are huge. Huge portions of food that makes the table quiet. I love birthdays. I especially love that I am spending this one with a man who makes me laugh, and can make me lose my train of thought...mmmmm yes he is so smart and sweet and an absolute hottie. I am grateful for most everything in my life, especially this incredible man.

Old and Cake, but not old cake!

I turn one more year older tomorrow. Another block on the calendar x'd out. Another page torn off the daily calendar. The end of one month. The end of one year. I want to eat cake. I want to eat chocolate cake with white buttercream frosting and vanilla ice cream. And it is my birthday so why shouldn't I? Perhaps because of the 6 pounds I gained in the last couple of months. Perhaps because I am type II diabetic. But I am starting my exercise again, and starting to eat healthy again. So a bit of decadence. Hell I deserve it. Chocolate cake here I come.

Nothingness

a train blows
a ferry's horn
an 18 Wheeler super horns

a sound not heard anymore
I love to hear in the darkness
children pump their arms

Screams
of the grieving
of ecstasy
of murder

I know of
I know of
I know of

nothing

Day 27

No oinking here

A little sick
A little blue
So this poem may suck
And stink too

But no one said
it had to be perfect
and most of life
is not

so as I run back and forth
to my white toilet
and hope for a better tummy
tomorrow or even tonight

I bid you good night
Hope you don't suffer
any of my blight
and have a great sleep.

Party Party Party

What a wonderful gathering Phyllis had today. I even met my neighbors, that I did not think I would ever meet as well the mansion on the one side has a super high hedge around it, and the others hmmm just are on the far side and don't tend to see life on that end. But it was lovely. I even had a glass of wine, white wine at red. For those that know me, I am just not a drinker, but it just felt right, and tasted incredible. As a diabetic not on any meds that is a big deal. The wine that is. Fortunately, my lovely man and I went and walked Greenlake, then we came back and he made me a blueberry waffle with blueberry syrup. Yummy yummy yummy. This man is wonderful. I get to meet his mom this weekend. I think I should be more nervous than I am as I have never met the mom of a guy I was dating. But I am not. Oh well. I just adore this man and he is what matters to me. And yes I am falling in love and I am one of those sick in love women who resists writing atrocious love poems, because well most love poetry is atrocious so at least I try and contain myself.Ok enough of that, the Book Thief and my bed are waiting. Yay!

Shelves

Everyday Wisdom
Secrets & Serenity
Spa
Reike

A Light in the Attic
Under and Alone
Paris Was a Woman
Some They Can't Contain

A Promise in Every Color
The Little Prince
The Giving Tree
Eat, Pray, Love
Take Care of Yourself

If I lived in the pages of my books

Orgasms
I wonder how evolved my sex life would be

Illuminations
how at rest my mind would be

Shape
how healthy my body would be

but if I lived in the pages
I would miss the smells
of garden fresh tomatoes
Square Foot Gardening

I would miss my lover
making me blueberry waffles
and I wont tell where the syrup went
269 Sex Tips and Tricks for Women

I will settle for reading
and breathing and living
and sleeping after I settle
in with The Book Thief

Fresh Minty Breath

I have a ledge outside of my kitchen window in my basement apt. I have to get out my stepstool and then climb on top of the dishwasher to hoist out the pots. Phew. Well at least a small phew. I planted chocolate mint and put in some basil seeds. I have several more pots, but am hoping my boyfriend with his long arms will reach those. Then I will plant cilantro, dill, thyme and spearmint. mmmmm yummy.

The sun is out it is a beautiful day. I am going to my landlord who lives above me Easter gathering the drinks portion. She is in 3 choirs and was too busy Easter with performances so is celebrating today. I hope in twenty more years I am as active and happy as she is. I hope she has mimosas, am craving a mimosa!!

Generations

she stood tall at 5'
with her black slacks
sleek charcoal knit sweater
billowing white hair
and a green purse

her daughter
poised in a slim gray skirt
tucked silk black blouse
each hair held firm
Gucci over her shoulder

the granddaughter
her skirt designed
for eyes to go to her hips
brown curls cascade
over a low cut red tank

three generations
saunter down the street
the cement unrolled for them
parting the cars
as they go into town

Afficionados

jazz at seven
and we are
off eyes closed
sitting in the unlight
strangers bonded
by sound
fix satisfied
for tonight

It's Raining Men

Spring is here. I was driving to my boyfriends and saw a beautiful tall man who was like a male version of R, my writing workshop facilitator. He was tall in all black with long white hair (R's is blond) and had a manly stride. Then I saw another tall man with faded blue jeans, and that sort of starving artistic look, mmm yummy. Then I saw another man with blue jeans and a black leather jacket and long brown hair. And yes while all these men were delicious they all fade into the background as I came over to my boyfriend's and snuggled up against his gorgeous body.

Now to totally switch topics and honest I was thinking about the topic of my Dad way before I drove over to Aaron's so get your mind out of the gutter. So anyway I was thinking about kids who need special attention. And I remembered when my Dad went to SCAMP which was (and maybe still is) a summer camp for special population kids. He had to help one of the little guys go to the bathroom. That little boy latched onto my Dad and at the end of the day gave him a super big hug and kiss. He talked about that for weeks. It makes me think that Dad would have loved any of us if we had been born a little different. Of course there is a difference between one day and a lifetime so who knows. But still it is a nice thought.

Bleeding hearts

sun shone through the clouds
wiping the sweat from her brow
she dug shallow holes
placing in the merlot and antique yellow
funny names for greens

she watered her bounty
to ensure healthy growth
she pretended not to notice
as her arm brushed her hair
and small clumps fell to the earth

an organic garden
maybe this harvest
would be the cure
would be the ultimate health plan
tired of the doctors

she knelt by her starts
almost praying to them
she packed the damp soil
holding prayers in her heart
and earth in her hands

Straddling

Sally sat in the saddle
straddling her steed.
Whoa Sammy Sally said
slow your step girl

Shirley sulked
sitting in the sun
stroking the brim
of her silk rimmed hat

Where is Sally at?
Surely she must be on her way.
Sally strolled around the ben
somehow Sammy slowed
his already slow gait

Shirley lit up
grabbed Sally's extended hand
swung herself up
straddling Sammy

Sally, Shirley, and Sammy
rode off singing
into the sunset

(of course what did you think would happen this is day 22 for criminy's sake!)

Twenty-one Day

21

twenty-one only nine more
til my arrival
til the end

twenty-one only nine more
til forty-three
numbers surround me

twenty-one only nine more
til the day the coupons expire
thirty days hath September...

twenty-one only nine more
how many more words
will find the page

twenty-one only nine more.

Day 20

People all stood watching the sun set over the Olympics. I approached and saw Rainer in all her glory. Not one person glanced to their left. If they had they would have saw the mountain. It was beautiful.

Dog walking
one on each side
her face solemn angry
they did not pause
they kept their stride
the sun shown
the sky was blue
I passed her twice
no expression
I cried out Stop!
screech crash
the dogs yipped
and then fell silent
I rushed over to her
tears streamed
her sweatshirt unzipped
and my eyes
saw a shade of blue
her last breath
shallow whisper
I'm free
still with eyes open
and the smallest smile

Day 19

spring orange yellow swirls
smooth petals open unfurl
stamens on display

What a beautiful weekend unfolded. I just love love love falling in love.

Day 18

Salsa Verde

two salsas
grandma's secret recipe
one morning eggs scrambled
grabbed grandma's green salsa
special for kids full of flavor
sans the heat
more salsa than eggs
big bite face flushes
can't get the milk
out of the refrigerator
fast enough
to control the flames
exploding in my mouth
finally smooth creamy
leche takes the pain away

Mejor

I feel better. When for my walk. Let's see what the day brings.

I was supposed to have walked the hill by now, but instead am inside doing laundry and sleeping. Basically hiding. If I didn't have to leave the house today I wouldn't. But funerals are important. I laid in bed this morning and crossed my arms over my chest and wondered what it would be like. No more pain, no more thoughts, no more disappointments. Just wondered. Maybe the funeral will give my breath back. Either way, the tears will seem normal.

Saturday, April 18th
Sun is out, going to support a friend- funeral and all. Good day to fake it.

some day life sucks your marrow out and then chews the bones

Day 17

Destiny
I am on the bank
in the middle
of a river
I do not know it's
beginning or it's destiny

I am in a forest
the sun is setting
the trees cast shadows
I do not know
where my home is

I am in the ocean
too far to see the shore
or any boats or ships
I do not know my fate

Day 16

Natural Selection

four pillows
four blankets
two heads
four legs

two placemats
two plates
one beer one water
two meals

four arms
two hearts
four legs
two faces face each other

I don't share my pillows
with just anyone
and couldn't be happier
wrapped in his arms

Some days I get so insecure I don't know how my boyfriend stands me. I hate this part of me. Here he is this wonderful giving, smart, fun man who makes me feel beautiful and alive and some days I just can't get it. Thank you for loving me Aaron, I don't know how you do it.

Day 15

Medium

halfway there
between sand and glass
music and poetry
peas and tomatoes

almost done
between rare and well done
simmering and boiling
hail and snow

a little bit more
between the first date and second
blue and violet
rehearsal and performance

medium
just right
average
just in time

Disco Reminds me of my Aaron

He is my Honey Bunny and clear as day I can see my Honey Bunny in there!

Day 14

Lambs

in Korea they type
forced into neotany
some will relinquish
others will remain
in cyberspace

what would they say
to the Taliban recruiter
children are God's tools
so whatever comes are way
it is fine

Mars has water
we better hurry
and find a way to live there
two worlds
too many wars

it is fine
it is fine
it is fine

how are you today
fine
how are you today
fine
how are you today
fine

the needle sticks
the copper doesn't help
it still skips
the scratch
too deep

time for a new recording

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Day 13

Lovely

wet gray denim
clings to her skin

a ruddy brown midriff
slight paunch defiant

orange halter
deep v to show

off her long sleek neck
covered in gold beaded chokers

plump red lips
slightly part to receive him

she accepts the offered orchid
takes his hand and they stroll

Hail

It was good to see the hail. It was good, because it wasn't snow. I hope my little pease are ok.

Puddles

permadirt under the nails

the smell of mint, cilantro and basil

rainwear cloaks her body

head cast down

water rolls off her hat brim


a serious of shudders

she ducks into Schlagels

and orders the matzo ball soup

the white tile on the floor

matches the formica tables clean


she heads to the restroom

scrubbing her hands

the cashier gave her that look

when she paid, fingers stained

with the blackness of manure


good enough, it will have to be

she spoons the hot liquid

into her mouth cherishing the warmth

looking out the drizzled window

she spies a rain slicker


yellow sheen with matching boots

jumping from puddle to puddle

not a care in the world

she glances at the dirt she missed

clutching the spoon she swallows hard

Mornings

I love mornings (usually) their opportunity to begin again. I love weekend mornings, the natural awakening by the sun. A hot shower to freshen me up for an escapade. If you celebrate Easter Happy Easter. I remember coloring eggs, and chocolate bunnies. Frilly dresses in purple and PINK!!! shiny shoes and maybe eventually shoes with heels. All the family gathered in one place, playing spoons, Scrabble, and Mom slaving away the pineapple glaze for the ham, rice, beans and tortillas.

My Easters have changed. For that matter my Sundays have changed. This morning, showered and fresh, I wonder if the plant store is open. My sweetie is making me waffles, and I can't wait to go outside. To feel the chill awake me and kiss me good morning. To be grateful for all the joy in my life. There was a time I didn't think I would have joy in my life again, so yes I am uncertain of my believes, but am thankful to God/the Universe whatever higher power that allows me to sweat in the sun and gaze at the stars to laugh and to love and to have many someones to experience life with.

Day11

Sandfire

desert heat is my sari
gold hues of the Thar
I wait for summer

to burn me
wrap me
warp me

moving like a gypsy
painted toes
gold star in my nose

build me fire
so I may jump
scorch off my sins

fever my dance
make me sweat
char me whole

Day 10

Metronome

9:15am uncertain death
no medical training
the daughter phoned hospice
they had no nurse available

she wiped away the feces
combed her hair
folded her arms
rosary cast across her hand

sisters and grandkids arrive
her grandaughter lit candles
then sat bedside reading
her toes scrunched the carpet

the siblings leave
the body still waiting
no places to go
no people to see

the funeral parlor aides comes at 7pm
wheeling in the guerney
ceremoniously unfolding the quilt
as if to drape an altar

they remove the cold body from the bed
placed atop the wrap
and wheel her out
the daughter climbs into her blue chair and sleeps

9 Day

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eh eh eh

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hod

yad enin

drah ot peek

wen saedi

gnimoc

ebyam worromot

lliw eb erom lidoffad

Day 8

the weight of his hand
allows my eyes to close
he pulls me closer
and my dreams turn color

a heavy breath
his snore awakes me
I turn to him and push
his weight doesn't move

I push harder
then whisper
Honey, roll on your side
all the while nudging him

poke poke poke

and I am not talking
the fun kind of poke
that keeps me up
he turns over

finding my side
his breathing quiet
too much so
but I can't pull him back

until harphhhhh harphhhh
tonight able to laugh
poke poke poke
our midnight sonata

Day 7

pads

characters assigned meanings
what if blue lipstick
was a big gray dog

or the quadratic formula
was a city in Spain
which was Caragula

weight of reason
circles the scale
circles the scale
circles the scale

and the scale
then runs the race
clips the yellow ribbon

while she clips it in her hair
dancing in her slats
until the cats come home

Day 6

five little pea sprouts
inch high leafy nourisment
tiny greens bring smiles

I don't know if all my questions are answered but I still am happy with my guy. Minor squabble- not the right word, but don't know the right one. Anyway will be able to sleep tonight. Am truly blessed with all my friends either helping with his resume or praying for him to find another job with someone who knows how to run a business, which would include paying the employees. Really, to my friends out there who are reading this, thank you for sending him good energy and prayers, and for sending those out for the relationship in general. Tired now, the rugrats and older rugrats return tomorrow, so I best get myself tucked in, all alone. Ah shucks, I miss him again!

Day 5

sprouts erupt from soil
love hastens out the door
silent tremors of life and death

I wish I had his touch that could take all his cares and fears away and let him know that everything was going to be ok. I don't. I can only hug him and hold him. Help him with the little daily things. This man who brings me laughter and joy, his gemini twin who wants and tries to save the world, but the dry cleaners lost his cape. He is in a quiet time/mode today. I am surrounding him in white light like the rush of Niagra Falls. Maybe the noise will define the manic ex and quiet the roommate. His eyes twinkle when he is happy. I hope I get to see that again.

Day 4

Blooms

it is tough being a morning glory
up so early
while my moonvine lover sleeps
I lay beside bloom bloom
peeking at the sun
blue sky awaits,
much longer and the clouds
will come out which is when I close
unable to lay I rise and stretch
my purple unfurls
and caresses his white flowers
leaving my stain
for him to remember

Day 3

Ambient light

Fitting room
more appropro non-fitting room
purple Easter egg dress
no thank you

a bra two sizes to small
Spanx worn breast to thighs
I thought we removed the corset
from daily ware for a reason

fru fru clothes stay at the store
burger mcnasty
buoy disappointment
maybe a nap will help

sunlight outside
electricity inside
shoes on and tied
date not ready

computer blog
always there
click click of comfort
plastic satisfaction

Sod

on the stoop he sharpened his file
house with peeled paint
matched the neighborhood

across the street
a white haired elder
glanced out her window

dipping the wire brush
in a bucket on the step
he rasped the instrument

smiling wide he checked his reflection
then waved the tool
at the threadbare curtains

his head shot up and eyes narrowed
her gate alerted him
a neighbor's door opening sounded

he stood rapidly
eyes darting the street
feet finding the edge of the sidewalk

screams buried beneath the distressed lawns
he pressed the file into his cheek
grimacing when he saw the blood.

I want the snow to go away. I want the sun to come and kiss the earth again and again and again to stroke my bosom and linger on my neck. I want the sky to be blue and clear to stretch with whispy white clouds that tickle my body. I want gentle rains to wash my hair and heat like fire to dry its aging blackness. I want the stars to cover the night sky unlimited like my longing.

National Poetry Month

A poem a day
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Write a poem a day
During National Poetry Month
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It might quack like a duck
Or your rhyme might cause a few whines

but it is ok
because it is a poem a day
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