The Meaning

 

The Meaning

Sunshine on my skin.

Spring weather.

What is the meaning 

of all this?

Sunchine on my skin.

So good.

GloPoWriMo Day 28

How to declutter your home

 

How to declutter your home

Make two piles. Left stays.

Right goes.

Open every drawer. Upturn everything.

Your collection of cinema tickets

has to stay, of course. Read the letters

one by one, put them back. Catalogue

your books. Spend

two hours reading, then

open the boxes of photographs

from under the bed. Cry a little.

Keep going. You are making

great progress. Open your wardrobe.

Take out that dress you wore

on your prom night. You can’t fit in

any more, but surely

you can’t throw it away either.

Go back to the drawers. That is

much easier. Make two piles. One stays.

The other has to go. Then forget

which is which.

GloPoWriMo Daz 27

Day 26 - Ars Poetica

 

The poem for Day 26 is here:

Ars Poetica

Morning Coffee

 

Morning Coffee

It is the mirror I see myself in.

I take off the face I’ve been wearing lately

and a young woman resurfaces.

It is the black cat I am resting my hands on,

so warm and fuzzy to the touch,

its tail long and winding.

My coffee’s feet have cushions on them.

It doesn’t scratch, even when it’s bored of you.

It is a clock that has stopped,

a soft blanket made of fur,

a cave made of purrs.

We could sit here all morning 

keeping each other company,

while the world goes by.

GloPoWriMo Day 25

Baba Yaga

 

Baba Yaga

Suddenly I found myself by a lake

in front of a green doll house.

On further inspection I noticed the house stood

on chicken legs, like pillars above the lake.

So, here we are, I thought.

This is how we’ll play it tonight.

A woman opened the door and beckoned me in.

It was Svetlana, my Latin teacher.

I hadn't seen her in years.

I had always liked her, so

I walked in gladly.

Svetlana was dressed as a flapper,

very elegant, with long pearls 

and a green dress made of rustling silk.

Not at all like a nerd who only cares

about history and extinct languages.

She served me green tea from green cups.

The inside of the house was also green.

Everything was pretty in this doll house.

We spoke about teaching and about life.

Then the chicken legs decided to walk.

We moved slowly, across the lake,

into the woods and further on

across that land

far, far away.

GloPoWriMo Day 24

A Smoking Gun

 

A Smoking Gun

A body lay on the darkest street

as yet undiscovered.

His own gun lay by his head.

He hadn’t planned to come today.

He wanted to surprise her.

A body lay on the darkest street.

He locked her in for her own good.

Showed her where the gun lay.

His own gun now by his head.

He was jealous, he was proud

and he had a temper.

A body lay on the darkest street.

He showed her where he kept the gun

for her own protection.

His own gun, now by his head.

She heard someone breaking in.

She did what he had told her.

A body lay on the darkest street.

How did the gun end up by his head?

GloPoWriMo Day 23

Sparrows

 

Sparrows

I’ve got a flock of sparrows inside me.

They flap their wings all the time.

They chirp and cackle.

They find life amusing.

I tell them to stop, because I can’t hear myself.

They say I could benefit from staying silent

from time to time.

I tell them I can’t sleep because of them.

They say I should get up and get this thing done already.

So, here I am.

And now, that I need them the most

they have fallen asleep,

and I am here all by myself,

and I am no longer sleepy.

GloPoWriMo Day 22