Ironically, it is right around thanksgiving when the wild turkeys make their rounds, strutting around like they own the place. All things considered, it isn’t entirely unreasonable.
A flock of females waltz by, elegant even in their subdued colors, leisurely going from one yard to the next. They care not for the occasional car waiting as some dozen of them mosey across the road, one deliberate st...
3.1415
Irrational numbers
92653
Phone numbers, ID’s
58979
French horn scale fingerings
32384
House numbers, license plates
62643
Spelling tests
38327
What’s your number?
Cool, I can’t forget it
I whiz through mental math
But forget to do the homework
I know one hundred and twenty
Four or five or six
Digits of 3.1415926
Did I take my meds at six?
No wonder I feel sick!
Sometimes I fear my mind ...
I’ve been away long
I’ve been away
To scared to pick up
Pick up a pen
Traveled a hundred miles
Thought I’d escape
This earth-crushing burden
This life-sucking burnout
Let my mind wander
And it came running back
Tried to lose my mind
It followed from behind
And then in
All the midst
I lose you
Baby Bear
The one only constant
In my mess of a life
My green matted teddy
I reach but only find...
I’m insignificant!
Cried the wee grain of sand;
Gather all my numbers,
Spanning deserts and coasts,
Count us all!
Look up at the sky;
Look past it!
The stars outshine the sand.
I’m insignificant!
Cried the star we call a sun;
One hundred thousand light years,
One hundred billion stars,
The Milky Way!
Watch as we churn;
And me-
An average star among brighter.
I’m significant!
A speck of dust su...
It’s okay
To not
Be okay
But when
Is it okay
To be okay?
A leap year and a day,
And am I okay?
You passed on the first day
Of Passover
And no one much felt
Like having a Seder
I mourned your death
Before you died
And soon ran out of tears
Fourteen days until
Passover returns
How do I feel? I don’t know
But all thirteen years you had
Eleven spent with another
You found a place in our home
A pl...
I am intelligent. I haven’t always known this. So many of my early memories are filled with the adults in my life gaping down at me before letting out hearty guffaws and exclaiming to my book-loving-never-baby-talking parents about the extent of my vocabulary, as if they hadn’t noticed.
So many of my elementary school years were filled with teachers wracking their brains because when I asked ‘why...
How does one become a
What makes one a
Who am I to call myself a
Poet?
How does one write
What makes my words
Who am I to say that I make
Poetry?
Meter
Couplet
Refrain
Rhythm
Stanza
Pentameter
Rhyme
Where is mine?
Free verse
Is worse
Give me
S R C U E
T U T R
Give me sestinas
Villanelles
Haiku and Sonnets
Limericks and odes
Ballads galore!
Break...
Amrynn’s eyes grew distant, considering. The memories were streaked with motion blur, and ‘not long;’ they opened their mouth to say, only for their thoughts to be interrupted by the soft ticking of a clock.
toc… toc… toc…
…still there?
“Eeh!” They jerked, swiping away the spidery touch. Someone yelped, yanking back a hand. Blinking, they stumbled over an apology. “Sorry. Sorry! I spaced. Wha...