11.30.2010: Two for Tuesdays

Lessons Learned:
I never regret, I only
learn lessons. Every
experience, positive
or negative, is a lesson
for me to apply to my
life in the future. I
appreciate pas lessons
learned, and look
forward ro new ones
to make me a stronger,
better person.

Lessons Never Learned:
Broke your arm while
skateboarding, banged
your head on the door
while running through
the hosue after your
daughter. You are never
going to learn, are you?

11.25.2010: Animal Poem

I want a pet, something
small, soft, cuddly.
Instead, we have a snake.
Two, in fact. They just
aren't that cuddly. I don't
care what my boyfriend says.

Two for Tuesdays

Form Poem:
November has come,
at last, making itself known
with a chilling wind.

Non-Form Poem:
I despise form poems,
I hate being confined.
I write how I want,
what I want, and
throw off the shackles
of your form.

11.18.2010: Palindrome Poetry

Turning leaves gracefully fly,
dying flowers, graying sky,
glowing moon, howling wolves
under the wolves' howling moon,
glowing sky graying, flowers
dying fly, gracefully leaves turning.

11.12.2010: Forget What They Say Poem:

Forget what they say
about heartache and pain,
disappointments.
Let yourself fall
headlong into love.
Close your eyes and
don't look down.

11.10.2010: Love Poem

Words cannot express
how much I love you. But I'll
never stop trying.

11.9.2010: Two for Tuesday

Slow Down:
I want to stop and
smell the roses as I
watch the clouds drifting.

Never Slow Down:
We can never slow
down. Because if we do, they
will catch up to us.

11.8.2010: Agreement Poem:

So we agree to disagree-
you will disagree with
everything I say, while I
will get angry and
stomp around the house.
We'll laugh, kiss, make up,
and repeat the entire process
in a few hours.

11.6.2010: Looking for _____ Poem:

I am looking for the person you
used to be. The person who talked
books with me, asked my opinion,
rubbed my feet once and bought
me cupcakes for my birthday.
I am looking for him, but cannot
find him. Instead, I see you,
obnoxious, misogynist, man-boy
whom I don't even recognize,
who can't even decide if he
wants to be my friend or not.
There's just you. I don't even
know you.

11.4.2010: Containment Poem:

The evening is settling in,
the breeze warm on our skin.
I watch her- long legs,
blonde hair, little colt-
as she catches fireflies.
I hold out the jar when
she runs to me, hands
cupped. We put her capture
in the jar and hold it
to the night, wondering
how many more for a lamp.

11.2.2010: Two for Tuesday

Ready to Start:
I am ready to start,
get this show on the road.
Pack up the car,
start then engine,
let's go, go, go!

Not Ready:
I always put off
to the last minute
getting ready, as if,
subconsciously, I
don't really want to go.