Electric

I feel electric ...
a buzzing irritation running along my lines ...
cycling from head to toe ...
touch me and you are likely to get zapped.

They are falling like flies ...
dodging and weaving under my radar ...
careful ...
but the two ..
the two initiates ...
the two too young to have learned as of yet that when mummy hums she is a live wire ....
dangerous and hot ...
frayed ...
fueled by her own guilt and shame and regret ...
in need of isolation ...
insulation ...
rest ...

I feel electric and in need of ground.

My Lucy Dog : August 1999 - April 17, 2009

As much as I am grieving,

As much as I am hurting,

I would choose you again

this same way.

I would choose my regrets and

guilt compounded tenfold

for the single happy memory of

your face looking up into mine.

Poetry Month 2009: a little setback

On my camera I have some shots of my lovely red scribbler -- photos I wanted to share -- but my new temporary computer isn't willing to allow me to transfer photos presently. Long sigh -- undisguised. Perhaps another time -- computer willing.

Today: a cinquain

Pencil
potentially poised
above empty space
impatiently awaits my muse
limply

(The girls and I worked together on cinquains which followed word rules - 1,2,3,4,1).

Poetry Month 2009: a little more

So I forgot to mention that I, in no way, believe these "little" poems of mine are great and poignant -- just so's ya know -- it is more an activity in just letting them out and be and to have a little fun along the way.

They are especially fun when written out in a Hiroy (8mm ruled with margin) Exercise Book (mine is bright red) -- they are made in Canada, but I am sure one could find a suitable "Student scribbler" in most other countries of the world.

I am not joking. Most fun.

Today's offering is a diamante

Poems

hard'n soft

burning, churning, spurning

short or long, red or blue

simmering, lingering, whispering

sweet'n salty

treats

Poetry Month 2009: a little late

So it is poetry month again -- another year gone so quickly (I shan't try to explain my quiet, it is and probably will be again) but recently words have come tumbling back and they seem to want to rest here a bit, so here we are again, a little late but present none the less.

The kids and I have been exploring poetry together again this month, listening, reading, writing a little too.

I have been enjoying the various templates often handed out to kids to aid in their writing of poetry. I am learning (albeit slowly as per usual) that it can be freeing to work within a framework. Functioning in the great wide open can be strangely oppressive and muting. I am full of half thoughts today, please excuse.

Anyway, here are some of my "little" poems in honour of poetry month and boundaries:

First up: Anagrams

Mum

My
Ususal
Moniker

Mother

My mostly magnanimous
Occupation
To teach and tenderize my
Habitually happy though helpless habitants,
- Each extraordinary-
Rightly, and with rigor.

Krina

Kindle kindly and
renew rightly this
inward introvert
nudge her nicely
along always

There you have it for today ... tomorrow it is a diamante.

Double exposure : my 25

I thought I would share a little meme I wrote for that social networking site place everyone seems to be involved in, you know the one.

Here are 25 current, random, offbeat things about me --

1. I collect things up like squirrels do food – not things exactly as much as ideas, images, quotes, bits of interesting trivia, stats, trends, and then I stuff them here and there and everywhere certain they are very necessary and valuable.
2. I love re-discovering a cache of above mentioned collected bits of things – like a giant bowl of random buttons, or a saved file of assorted quotes – it is like Christmas.
3. I’m not certain that this squirrel-esque behaviour is healthy and am somewhat concerned what this means for my future.
4. Books are akin to air, they just need to be there.
5. I am participating in this exercise because my people asked me to
6. I love my people
7. I will do most anything for said people, they are after all – my people
8. I don’t measure time very well, I see my friendships as existing outside of time and therefore immune to long quiet times between phone calls, gatherings, or any sort of normal communication – to me this is normal – because I carry my people with me always and seldom feel their distance.
9. I have damaged friendships because I am like this, that makes me sad, but I haven’t yet learned to be different …
10. I have a cell phone which I use primarily as an alarm clock
11. The only time I have ever attempted to use text messaging on my cell phone I sent one word: “Thistle” – who knew “thistle” was the next logical word choice after writing the word “this”
12. The message wasn’t for one of my friends – or to anyone I know – but to one of David’s acquaintances – that is both embarrassing and very funny to me
13. I think Einstein and I understand one another.
14. One of the reasons I homeschool is because moving to another country isn’t currently an option.
15. I sing to my kids all the time
16. Before you think #15 is shmarmy please let me explain – I sing songs like: “Hello I love you won’t you tell my your name” or “I can’t get no satisfaction” or its altered version “I can’t get no kids to listen” etc etc etc etc
17. I expect my children will have many questions about me as they grow up.
18. I also expect they will be rather interesting and odd people --- like me.
19. I just recently realized that I have been writing the letter “f” from the bottom up so I have been trying to write it from the top down, now all my “f’s” look weird but strangely I can’t help but keep writing them this strange new way
20. I wear my colours on the inside
21. I love words: art with words, dishes with words, books with words, words about words, wall words
22. I don’t spel well
23. The borders of my mind are wide and I sometimes forget my way home, I sometimes resent having to remember – but never for very long
24. I love waking my kids up late at night – they are stumbling, quivering, single-minded bundles of sleepiness.
25. I like tucking them back into their beds and watching their faces until I feel my heart squeeze up with joy.

....lingering

Watching children grow
watching the sunrise and fall
shadow and light
beauty and sorrow
all fleeting
and fleeing
before my eyes