Have I not written a single post for the month of May??? Guess not, time has just flown.
School’s over. Can’t believe I survived this year. Next year shall be better. Played my flute solo a record of five times. Last time was in front of 150+ people. I was shaking, haha, not a record I intend to beat, but it was fun nonetheless. Other than that, I’ve been unproductive. Hopefully things change over the summer break
~Tally
the storm rages out
and I sit tight listening
to the cymbals crash and
the bass drum roll
I sit tight listening
to the ticking clock
tick, tock
the seconds speed past long
before I can grasp them.
Past, present, future-
all merge
and I remember.
the sticky situation
of a juicy watermelon
comes to mind, and I smell
the sweetness. I remember fun summers gone.
it all gives way to falling, browning leaves
and I remember the candies of
All Hallows’ Eve, such amusing, funny memories.
cold, icy winds chill my skin
winter’s barren beauty
as stark as the soul,
I remember the comfort of family.
sitting tight, listening to the
steady beat of droplets
I contemplate the new and gone springs.
***
Last day for NaPoWriMo 2012. Didn’t write thirty poems but it was a great month nonetheless. Last prompt for the year is to include at least three, I remembers.
~Tally
my spirit soars
to see the eager faces
youthful innocence
creating crooked stitches
with crooked smiles
all for their mommies
***
My little charges are making bags for their moms for Mother’s Day. I joined them. Can’t say my stitches are any straighter than theirs!
~Tally
listening
I hear You
my mind puzzles over You
my heart bids You enter
closing my eyes
I feel your Presence
Stay
They falls on my ears,
words without forethought.
how does the mouth betray me thus?
trepidation barely concealed
music in trembling crescendo-
dangerous promise
made
***
So very, very tired. Last track meet of the year.
~Tally
One did cry out, listening to the echoes
reverberating. Forevermore? a piece
of her stolen to eternity?
Another called out, confidence in his grasp.
He knew the quick flash of passing seasons, was this then
the way to leave a fingerprint on eternity? To him there was no
doubt. Crying out once more, he closed his eyes and savored his
self-given power. He would transcend the bounds of time.
Become immortal.
She did smile at his self-assurance. Too, did she close her eyes
and took the moment into her heart.
Stole it from eternity.
***
Strange little thing this, not quite sure about it but I find myself liking it.
~Tally
left in silence
of a dying summer day
one did look up
the canvas deep and vast
speckled, with a shining orb
hanging-
he wagged his tail
howled with glee
his eyes shining
to see the ball
did the dog
jump with joy did he
A friend of old
once did deign to tell me
I knew not how to say goodbye
shrugging sheepishly then,
now I know it’s true.
It’s a road fraught with peril
danger of losing the present,
forgetting, and moving forward.
A chill wind sweeps down
on my soul- I am afraid.
The path crackles underfoot
with dying leaves of a ruby autumn.
My heart chips away and breaks
with the cracking of a twig
I am left barren- lost.
On the track, I look back to see my steps
unfettered, I chose this way.
The sun sets, the shadows lengthen,
my mind denies the future but I’m ready.
My heart is set- Farewell.
I met a writer with ambition
strong and true
in a narrow view they saw
the fame and fortune
dreams come true
after a mountain’s worth
of toil, trouble, and words
I read a book
starched to pure perfection
but never did I glimpse
anything but a shallow pool.
I met a writer with ambition
strong and true
to see them grin and watch the world
diligently placing cobblestones
one after another in their own words
a messy imperfection
they did reap
I read a book
lovingly careworn
and I closed my eyes in pleasure
to see the depths of a soul.
***
Happy National Poem In Your Pocket Day. Surprisingly my English teacher knew about it and made our Communications class share a poem. Mine?
The Bridge Builder by Will Allen Dromgoole
May have shared it before, but I like it so much I’ll share again!
~Tally
let me whisper
in the darkness of night
my deepest secret
my curse
intangible, yet scarred on my being
lighting the farthest corners of my soul
fearing it, craving it
its presence haunts me
in the darkness of the night
let me whisper
as the fingers of dawn approach
my deepest secret
a gift?
not held, yet it does not fall from my grasp
it beats, a living heart of my soul
should be cherished, by many sought
with it I know I am alive
as the fingers of dawn approach
I know hope
