My entry for June’s challenge:
summer heat wave:
mayhem, screaming everywhere I go
After Mother’s death,
I found in the attic
The hand-crafted words brimmed
full of pain and love
and truth untold
My oblivious mind
with the knowledge—
I’m an alien’s child
For this, I used the image they included in the Challenge’s post for inspiration:
in the simple act of living
breathing is torture
until you can’t
I’ve compiled many of my poetry that I’ve written over the years (several have been published) in one small book called Life: Just Tears In the Rain. It’s on Wattpad currently; but in time, I hope to format it as an ebook and perhaps even print.
Here’s the Preface:
I didn’t start writing poetry until 2008. At thirty-seven years old, I felt like I lived separate lives and at this time, I didn’t recognized myself in the mirror.
Who was I? Really, who was that woman staring back at me?
I’d experienced so many different kinds of losses. Some in rapid, short successions.
A cousin, and best friend, died due to complications of Muscular Dystrophy. We weren’t fourteen yet.
The Retinitis Pigmentosa diagnosis at age 21.
The loss of my first husband in a car accident four years later.
In one year (2003), nearly lost my second husband to Pericarditis, had complications during the delivery of our son, and was laid off from work all within a five-month period. A short time later diagnosed with Post-Partum Depression.
A miscarriage in 2008 sent me spiraling downward to a very dark place.
Both the anxiety and depression came in to my life; plus I had a husband who suffered from PTSD due to traumatic military experiences.
I was on emotional overload. Something had to give but with trying to be there, emotionally, for my husband while taking care of our young son, I began to write haiku; and discovered a way to voice my pain and fears I hadn’t been able to do before.
Through writing poetry, healing slowly filled my life with light and joy I hadn’t experienced, not truly, until now.
“Medicines and surgery may cure, but only reading and writing poetry can heal.” – J. Arroyo, author
To read the rest just click on the image above.
Here’s a fun (micro) poem I wrote for #StorySaturday (Twitter) in honor of the Chocolate Cake Day 🙂
For this aging tooth,
chocolate cake is my
fountain of youth!
*Written for #StorySaturday (Twitter)
As sure as the sun rises in the morn
and the moon greets the stars at night
as I am with dreams meant to be alive and true
A Witch Am I?
Air, water, fire, earth
I can manipulate them all
Some call it witchcraft
-I call it magic
This poem was prompted by a “moon” theme over at @storysaturday on Twitter.
sweet breaths of pale blue
crocuses fill the prairie
-life blooms evermore