Pretty Good Match

I have been writing poetry lately– actually quite a bit. But it's all in the form of song lyrics and the songs are still being formed. I finished this one within a day so that I could publish it on Valentine's Day:



Thanks for watching– there are more songs to come!

How to Write a Poem

It Would Have Been Easy

If I could have only seen
exactly what this year would bring
this would have been easy.
I could have locked myself behind a door
and written every poem beforehand.
It would have been easy.

But this hasn't been easy.
Have you seen how fast time passes?
And so now we have these glasses
but we still don't see twenty-twenty.
No, this hasn't been easy,
A year ago today
I sat just twenty paces away.
So I might not have gone far, but I have plenty.

If I could have known
what I would feel inside each poem
it would have been easy.
It would have felt more like a ride
and less like a black diamond
and it would have been easy.

If I had written every poem this past year
to publish them in the coming one,
I could have spaced them all out perfectly
but they never would have gotten done.
It would be just another idea I had
that never went either well or bad,
but only stale like a passing fad.
But it would have been easy.

And what if I had said "Enough!
Does anyone even read this stuff?"
It would have been easy.
But I had things to write about
just to breathe and get them out
because it wasn't easy.

No, this hasn't been easy.
Have you seen how fast time passes?
And so now we have these glasses
but we still don't see twenty-twenty.
No, this hasn't been easy,
A year ago today
I sat just twenty paces away.
So I might not have gone far, but I've done plenty.

Creative

I tell my husband my ideas; some are smart, some just wild.
He says "Don't quit your day job!" as he smiles at our child,
and "Go for it! You're home, so what are you afraid of?"
I get to be a mom and I get to be a creative.

Monitor

"Why is my butt crying?"
I wondered in my head.
Then I remembered I wore the monitor
and the crying was in bed.

My Latest Idea

I have about three thousand ideas a day
and only three of them are any good,
and one of them is just "we should go to bed now,"
so it doesn't really count.
But still, that adds up to quite a few good ideas,
and my latest idea is bound to be one of them.

Some Days It's Not

I'm on a roll.
Today's my day,
and nothing's getting
in my way.
I'm gaining speed,
I'm gaining ground,
and wondering why
somedays I'm down.
On days that it's easy
to act on my thoughts
it's hard to remember
why some days it's not.

This Time

This silence is a welcome rest.
This space is where I think.
This time is like an empty cup
that's filled up to the brink.

Thirty-Seven

Thirty-seven books checked out from the library
and I can only read one at a time.
But to the library I go, and I can't say no
to a book whose name calls to mine.

Don't Go to Facebook

Don't go to facebook for inspiration when you're trying to be poetic.
You'll be sucked in for hours and come out feeling confused, amused, and pathetic.
You'll have seven tabs open with articles you've been recommended to read
and three more tabs with giveaways of things you probably need.
And you'll find out someone is pregnant and someone else is married
and so much information that your own thoughts will be buried.

To Not Have Any Aspirations

It would be easier to not have any aspirations.
It would feel like hanging out at someone else's house,
finally relaxing because there's nothing to get done.
We would stay there 'til eleven,
just talking and talking,
and we'd go home and go to bed and wake up in the morning,
wondering what we had talked about.

My Mind Is Not Staying The Same

I can see what you are saying,
but I'm not saying the same.
I hear where you are coming from,
and my mind is not staying the same,
but neither is it changing,
at least not in the sense
that I agree with you now.
Although you speak some sense.

To Do What I Set Out To Do

If I had the time to do what I set out to do,
I'd need not one hundred years, but two!

When There Is No Time to Think… We Are Unaware

When there is no time to think,
that is when to think.
And when there is no time to pray,
find it anyway.
You can't study by putting a book under your pillow,
but I do believe that we can rest in prayer,
and that God will shape our thoughts throughout our sleeping,
and waken us when we are unaware.

I Would Have Never Known

You always eat in the middle of the night
but I should never complain.
When else would I stop and realize
these thoughts within my brain?
You eat and eat and go back to sleep,
but I'm left wide awake.
I'm hungry, too. (That's nothing new.)
I have a fast to break.
And I have hypotheses to try
and words to write into poems.
These midnight hours are full of ideas
I would have never known.

Get Ahead

Get ahead.
Get a head;
use the one on your shoulders.
Start anew.
Start a new
year, another year older.

A New Combination of Words

Every chord's been played and combined with lyrics.
No sooner do I think of a song but I hear it
on the radio in someone else's words.
There are no more firsts, only seconds and thirds.

Language evolves like new strains of germs
but there's no new sounds (except those made by worms)
and this poem is just words that you've already heard
but I'm pretty sure it's a new combination of words.

Good to Know

I could gain thirty pounds and still not be technically overweight.
Good to know.
Some celebrities broke up, and some went on a date.
Good to know.

Whole wheat is good for you or whole wheat is bad.
Good to know.
And just for Christmas they are introducing a new fad.
Good to know.

It's good to know, it's good to know
and so we put our lives on hold
just to know know know.
Ideas for free, ideas for free
you could surf for a century
all to know, know, know.

I have more than five hundred alleged friends.
Good to know.
And my battery's life is about to end.
Good to know.

It's good to know, it's good to know
and so we put our lives on hold
just to know know know.
Ideas for free, ideas for free
you could surf for a century
all to know, know, know.

No need to think, just click a link,
and the thoughts of every shrink,
consumer, writer, rumor, friend
will come before you in a blink.

It's good to know, it's good to know
and so we put our lives on hold
just to know know know.
Ideas for free, ideas for you
to use when there's nothing left to do…
but no, no, no.

Untitled Poem

This poem has no title.
Like a horse without bridle
it wanders where it wills.
It says what it wants to.
So empty, it haunts you;
so free, its creativity killed.

Country Block

There is a country block
with a city on one corner
and my friends live on one mile
and my family on another.
Each day we do our best work,
working side by side.
We have each other over
for a meal most every night.
And on weekends we go swimming
in the ocean 'cross the road
or go hiking on the mountain
on this country block I know.