I Blog, Therefore I Am Sane.

Or, am I? Just a quick poem about the week from hell.

Snow Shine

Welcome winter doldrums
With open arms
Ne'er grow shall the green grass
How many times:
This too shall pass?

Unholy melancholy melts
The aftershock of leftover snow
Biting tongue at toddler crass
How many times,
This too shall pass.

Wake up and begin anew
Reminders of forgotten hues
Congratulating temper-less feuds
Too many times,
This too shall pass.

Bright sun gleams, reflects
Mirror-like on blinding snow
Easing pains relinquish teeth that gnash
It is true.
This too, shall pass.

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Writer's Workshop: Overachieving and Believing

I feel, in my job as a blogger, that I must entertain every once in a while. So this week, I'll put on my circus-poodle hat and answer MOST of MamaKat's prompts. Which are:
2.) Do you want a baby?
3.) Who got in big trouble this week?
4.) Write a poem for your mother.

2) I do want another baby. I should, right? (: Considering my eating habits as late? Though our little tri-family equilibrium is nicely in balance, I must say. It would make sense, after all, and that makes for a nice explanation as I polish off my third helping of esoteric pasta/ground beef mixture, washed down with my second helping of pomegranate tea (yes, that's right. Today, I purchased, on two separate occasions, tea with pomegranate juice.) But why I was craving it? Let's add it to the list.

3) I got in big trouble this week. Because of my short (and ill) temper. Let's Blame It On the Rain (that keeps fallin', fallin'.) Everything my toddler and husband did was just over the edge for me, and I communicated that effectively. Especially when Toddler bolted out of the kid's room in the Library this morning during toddler story time. The ingrate.

4) Ode To Me Mum

It's not fair, how we glare, what would we think
In twenty years' hence
Looking back at ourselves, our emotions and elves
Knowing we wouldn't trade for a sixpence?

The glint in the eye, from the kiddo with ire
As he zooms from the room with gloom
N'er the defeated, I give chase, uncleated
And continue my glare with more Vroom.

Fast forward through time, I see how, I see why
The unrelenting love of a mother
It's not possible to understand, nor be warned, nor canned,
What I do can't be done by another.

So on this Mother's Day, my dear Mom, my hero
Understand that it took me three zeros
And as many decades to get it once and for blind:
There is no greater love,
There is no greater love,
There is no greater love than our kind.

(Yes. I'm sending this to her now.)

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As Fleeting as Blossoms

I've been thinking a lot lately, about this inability of mine to absolutely embrace the stay-at-home-mom life. I never thought in a million years, deep into my "illustrious" career with banks and internet start-ups, that I would "stay" home with my son. Quotes are "sarcastic." I thought I'd BE home a lot, working for project A or starting up that new endeavor B. And I may still (stay tuned. I've been doing a lot with the 35mm lately.) WILL SHE get SERIOUS, folks?
As I was passing by two gorgeous previously-in-full bloom cherry trees in our neighborhood, admiring the scattered petals over the ground, it occurred to me how similarly fleeting childhood years are. We get busy, we turn our heads, and tiny fingers, toes and curly locks grow, leaving an older, different child in his place.. much as the wind blows the blossoms from the branch.

Delicate intricacies of rose, red and pink
Look up, look about
Delicate stoop for Cheerio; pause and think
Catch that baby pout

Sunshine and springtime and growing in full bloom
Now big, ever stout
Like birds of a feather in full-spectrum plume.
Childhood years, now in doubt

Far more delicate, our time spent together
Always know his whereabouts
Fleeting and flying and enduring all weather
I'm the one who must pout

Sunlight filters the whites and pinks of soft hue
Wind blows and -- watch out!
Slowly, inevitably, becoming unglued.
Look up, look about

Blowing and flying, catching wind, catching breeze
These miraculous years are, I know, but a tease.


The 35mm pictures I promised of said cherry blossoms (from a Japanese weeping cherry.) More 35mm to come!

Happy Easter, everyone!

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Friday Favorite: Loyalty

(Today's photo on Pictures, Poetry and Prose is mine!) Thank you Laura Jayne! Here is how it inspired me:

Soulful
and appeasing
Dying to be
Pleasing
Please, toddler,
Stop teasing
I really want to rest.

To avoid all the
Wheezing
And cold outside
(It's FREEZING)
Carpe Diem, my
Seizing
Gazing up: you're the best.

I intended to do an entire list, but, in his quiet resilience to all that is hardship, his undying love for his patron Toddler, and his steadfast sureness of foot and playful of heart, I give you.. my Echo.
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Surprise! Snow Fear

I wasn't going to post this morning (see Friday.) But a wondrous thing happened:

Snow Fear

Splashes of blue upon a white canvas, daybreak, cantilevered light
Snow bunnies buried in nests, look about. Then hiding in fright
Gusting, swirling and gusting, blinding with wind and with white

A pile so thick our door stays shut, Nor'easters' lesson: snowed in like King Tut
The risk exists that one little twist makes me a blissful nut:
We're very well stuck here all day, it would seem, caught in a veritable rut.

Change the outcome, realign the maligned focus, treat it like non-annoy
Channel the innermost memories and remedy the way for childlike joy
A huge red sled, two siblings and gravity pulling us down with a ploy.

Screams and shouts of happiness, ignoring wet and cold at our peril
Fresh tracks and smiles, memories solidified, forever with me carrying
Savor moments as these in perpetuity, forever etched, ne'er impaired.

Bundle up my love, and enjoy uncomplicated paradigm of Play
The sheer, unadulterated joy of a young child's first Snow Day.

(The sun has come out since I've composed this. Can't wait to devour this with the 35 mm!)

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Shelving My Inspiration

From Pictures, Poetry and Prose. The image:

The prompt: Pull that book from the window sill, open it
there is that quote that always moves you, share it here
and then use it in a creative way.

My quote, my favorite:

"What would life be, if we had no courage to attempt anything?"

Vincent Van Gogh

My take:

What about you?

Would you live

Life and just

Be with me

If the two, the

We were given everything?

Had you figured

No dangers, having

Courage and stranger,

To me to accept and

Attempt honestly,

Anything.

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Cherish Childhood, Change

(As posted today on Picture, Poetry & Prose. Photo credit: c'est moi!)

Ode to Childhood

Wiping eyes, sleepless nights
A newborn takes his toll
Cherub grows big, now takes flight
A toddler's mirth is born.

Kid yoga, preschool years all done
And now you're really big
Scorecards full of kid games won
Jumping on just one leg.

Growing learning pre-teen years
Now you know everything
Fights with girls and boys and tears
I don't know anything.

Taller than me, looking down
I nearly recognize myself
Raucous laughter, deep deep frown
Eat life up, my elf.

Flash forward in time from now
Unearthing bright memories in advance
Laugh through judgement, pain and vow
To always take that chance.

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A Valentine's Poem, Divine

Blicky Kitty, over at Blicky Kitty, has a very cool reason to purr today: a Karm-a-Thon! With a cool button with Blick in half lotus, to boot.

Ode To My Bloggy Friends

All week long, I read and I weep

Try to stay strong, remembering posts from the Deep

:

Comments that fill me with love and regard

Creating a task I begin to find hard

:

All of you wordsmith like professional bards

I squint and I think, Could I be this away far?

:

My pleasures - all daily, from the Font of the Blog

Jenners, so witty, Mama Kat in a fog,

K, you're hilarious and Un-Mom so jaded

Buffalo Dick with his cuisine art unfaded.

Sprite's Keeper with her inspiration all week

OneMinuteWriter a preponderance of brilliance,

so meek.

:

Jeanne with her past suddenly funny and bare

And real my life friends BigBi, HighHeeledMama so fair.

:

My compliments, my compliments, all you friends bloggy

I call mine

The writing, the wisdom, laughter splits

is divine

All week I did ponder, focused to share

A compliment here for Blicky to bear.

But wither, to wit, I can only imagine

My highest of compliments to you,

In true bloggy fashion.

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Love on Love: my Spin

I'm Spinning on Love this week, in honor of Sprite's Keeper's Spin Cycle:
::
Baby Love

A new mother's love upon her green soul
Like a new found compliment to relish, to dole
Is rich with passion, and eager and frightened
At no other time are we this, so enlightened.

Twisting the continuum of timespace and time
Slowing it down, seeking which to unwind
In a flash, so we gather, sew together the thoughts
Words and dreams, pleasures with and with naught.

Colors swirling and blending and bending with lead
On prancer! On vixen! And off with his head.
The memories we keep, disasters loathed from our cave
Dark foreboding explored, rejected and saved.

Come out from within and recognize the light
Looking closely, the sparkle, twinkle and might.
Our strength, from within, all this we do share
Look back. My own Mother, it was she who did dare.

Wrap your arms, my true love, around me and squeeze
For this grace and our peace, I fall to my knees.

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Poetry by Air and Wine Music

To recap, I accidentally got drunk in First Class this past weekend, and, with the help of my iPod, cranked a few quickies that I'm willing to share.
(In the order they were written.)
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Strange
Strangely becoming
Twisted fate
Bifurcated freedom
My calling
Do you hear it?
Our wandering
Do you fear it?
Meandering
Pandering
Emptied vessels of pleasure
And squandering
Every square inch of
Our landscape
Our life
One life

:: :: ::

It's ours to take
Mine - ours - to make
Do it for love
What was it that drove
Endless tomorrows in sight
Give us a chance, we might
Slow it down now
I'll show you how
Chase away the demons
I'll show you the reasons
And I promise
You'll want to try
(I know why.)

:: :: ::

Earthly pleasures
And luxuries
"Rules"
And guidelines
No longer apply
No restrictions
More addictions
From the sidelines
Blink! You might miss it
Reclining, fair dining
Darkness is coming to us.
From you
I take no chiding.

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Looking Down From A Very Tall Branch

This is today's photo prompt from Pictures, Poetry & Prose.

Photo courtesy

And, what I came up with in one minute.




Stepping forward

No slack

Scratch the tree

and your back.

Hovering about

The tree people

Laugh

Cry

Whisper

And sigh.

Can we withstand

The pressure

To devour

Our teachers?

Holistic in strength

Patient in length

And in nature

There to the end.

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Differently The Same

Differences, see them
The same
As always.
Not always
Becoming
What you will.
Trying
and dying
To try to tell
A different tale
At the end of the day.

Repeat
The instructions
They might be more clear
Wash, rinse
Repeat
Bald has no hair.

At the end of the day
A different tale
It was changed
Just once
A wink and
A smile.
Repeat.

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'Twas the Night Before

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the land,
Bloggers were blogging by key and by hand.
Laptops were staged at the in-laws with care,
In hopes that Santa (the muse) would rescue them there.

Our toddlers and relatives were snug in their beds,
With visions of blog posts stamped in their heads.
And I with my keystrokes and my iGoogle maps,
Had just settled down for some quick blogger taps.

When out in the blogosphere there arose such a post
I nosed over to check who had the most
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a Santa blog following all eight cute reindeer.

I went to http://www.noradsanta.org to check his progress,
But my maps got me confused and I really digressed,
When I found Santa's blog at http://clauschronicles.blogspot.com/
I knew in a flash there was no cause for alarm.

He was on his way with his sleigh and his jolly red self
And no man or blogger could mess with this elf.
Come hell or high water or pie in the sky
Gifts will get wrapped and bows will be tied.

So perk up you bloggers with your typeset so fine,
Have a beer, some eggnog, and a very fine wine.
Together with Santa we'll sing and we'll cheer it:
The finest gift of the whole year: our good Christmas spirit.

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