It’s January Again

Composed 12/29/13
Description: My intended entry for a poetry contest at wePoets Show It. The theme of the contest is “New Years Resolutions with humor.”

I originally saw the link to the contest from http://scottishmomus.wordpress.com/. I immediately loved the site, and all the opportunities they give.  So I thought I’d give the contest a shot.  Comedy might not be my best genre, but I could win an Amazon gift card, so why not? I’d do almost anything for an Amazon gift card.

Hope you enjoy!

Oh my, it’s here
That time of year
To dawn sweat pants
Get my butt in gear

Up at eight
To the gym at nine
Feeling great
And looking fine!

Kicking bad habits
Sorry, aspartame
I’m throwing my soda
Down the drain!

Cake, cookies
Chocolate moose
I’ll be trashing
You guys too

I’ll miss you
Ice cream, pumpkin pie
But I’m also kicking
Fat goodbye

So I’m off to strengthen up my core
And empty all the kitchen drawers
Wait
Mom with truffles at the door?
Well
Maybe
Just one more

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Eternal Morning

Composed 12/16/13
Description: As the temperature rises again after a period of cold, I find this an appropriate day to post this piece.

Warmth cuts through my life at a sharp forty-five
So water drips down icicle-thick trees
And patches of grass through frost reveal
The dark green riches of matured seed
And it’s just beginning, this thaw of earth
For the lawn is dry and the limbs shaken clear
But there’s still snow in the shadows
And the sun never moves out here

AU’s Literary Arts Magazine

I meant to post something about this earlier, but with school and holiday busyness I completely forgot!

My university’s literary arts magazine took a different turn this year, and, instead of printing out and selling hard copies of the magazine, they made a blog for the magazine instead.  They did this not only so it could be freely presented to the entire university, but because, this way, they will be able keep a neat archive of all past editions.

I have mixed feelings about this, primarily because I enjoy flipping through a hard copy magazine and having it on my bookshelf… but the site turned out so well, that it’s softened me up to the idea.

As I’ve mentioned previously, I have three pieces in the magazine, but there are a lot of other cool pieces as well from my fellow students.  So, while you’re sipping your hot cocoa and listening to Christmas carols around the fire this evening, check out some sweet poetry, prose, and photography at http://aulitartsmag.tumblr.com/

Thanks for reading!

Winter

Composed 11/29/11
Description: This is a poem I wrote several years ago; though, it is  one that continues to be relevant to me. I saved posting it until now (for obvious reasons).

It’s not summer when I miss you
When the sun is warm on my skin
And shining
And there’s running
And laughter
And fresh water
Splashing against my face

It’s winter
When snow falls and we bundle up
Eager for warmth
Eager to cling to each other
To sit by the fire
And hold deep conversations
While drinking hot chocolate

That is when I look up
To the sky and wonder
Where you are

It’s winter when I long for
The exhilarating rush of
The frigid wind whipping my cheeks and
Laughter as we crash
Rolling around in the snow

It’s winter
When we are thankful for each other
And eager to please others
To love
And be loved

Flow

Composed 11/??/13
Description: I wanted to see what would happen if I just sat down, picked up a pencil, and wrote a whole poem without stopping, without thinking about it too much.  That’s where this poem came from. I wrote it probably in less than 10 minutes. I was extremely pleased with the result!

Stream of consciousness
Let me flow
Take me where I want to go
Fly me over the hills
And grounds
Where all my secrets
May be found
Take me to those
Unique places
In my mind
Between the spaces
Where dreams take hold
At twilight’s peak
Where my lips and
Fingers can hardly speak
Stream of consciousness
Let me flow
So I might share
What I don’t know

The Grind

Composed 12/17/13
Description: This was written in response to wdbwp’s prompt Trial and Tribulation.  The prompt was to write of a situation that has caused stress, anxiety, pain, etc.  For me, this was an easy prompt.  In fact, I actually had already written about half this earlier in the semester, but this prompt inspired me to finish it.

It’s the heavy
The dragging
The tired
And blind
The heart pumping
Worry
Of falling behind
The striving
The falling
The covered in mud
The lack of assistance
Coming from above
And then my soul
Pushed out there to sell
These are the trials
Of senior year hell

Dreaming of Freedom

Composed 12/5/13
Description: This was originally composed for wdbwp’s poetry prompt Dream States. This prompt told us to pay attention to our dreams that week and to compose a poem based on what we remember. Though I composed this piece on time, I am horribly, horribly late in posting it. (Thank you, college.) Nonetheless, I was impressed by the imagery and symbolism my dream contained.

I think this dream says much about my current attitude toward romantic relationships.  I have recently been noting how draining  romantic relationships are.  Honestly, being single is just so much easier.  There’s not as much emotional strain — you don’t have the stress of wondering if he’s “the one” or if you’re doing things right — and you don’t have the time commitment! Your life is just so much more flexible.

Though I think this poem contains a deeper element as well, perhaps illustrating how I view my romantic past, the decisions I’ve made, and how I’ve coped.

He holds out a contract to sign
Marry me he says
Robot body guards hold me in place
And I almost consent

But flashbacks bring reality
And I crash my fist
Into the robot’s glass head
And wrap my fingers around the crucial chip
Ripping it free

The robot crumbles
And I flee in the chaos

I load up my escape pod
And use the chip to power up
Launch
And out into space I fly
Smiling
Truly smiling
For the first time in awhile

And I land
On a planet of Japanese gardens
And polished wood bathhouse floors
And I rest
Satisfied
In the beauty of sunshine
Peering in
Through sliding screen doors