Spring Storms

Composed 4/28/14
Description: (Day 28 of NaPoWriMo as promised) I hope it storms tonight….

A calmness settles in the air
‘til lightning strikes and static flares
I feel the build in every hair
and jump when thunder booms and scares

Of its power I’m well aware
And yet this brings me no despair
I am cautious, I do beware
But its wonder leads me to stare

I laugh and curl up in my chair
and sit and watch within my lair
The view is better with a pair
Encourage the storm if you dare

On the Other Side

Composed 4/28/14
Description: (Day 27 of NaPoWriMo) Yes, I know what you’re thinking; I missed yesterday. Whoops! But trust me when I say this weekend has been one of the busiest of my life! With my last semester of college winding down, I am drowning in projects, tests, and activities. Yet, despite that (or perhaps because it’s over) I’m having a great day! Oh yes, it’s a Monday, and it rained all morning, but it only inspired probably the happiest and most soulful poem/song I’ve ever written… So enjoy!

(And I do intend to write another poem today to make up for yesterday… so stay tuned!)

Rainy day mornings don’t drag on me
‘Cause the rain’s just a portion of an April’s spring
And I broke my umbrella and my hair is damp
But heart’s oozing warm like a kerosene lamp

‘Cause I’ve got hands to hold and I’ve got kisses to give
And I know who I am so I can really live
And no matter what troubles come out at night
I know the sun’s just waiting on the other side

Afternoon thunders don’t frighten me
‘Cause the flowers still bloom and the grass is still green
And the clock keeps ticking through the rain and sun
And I know I’ll be dancing when the storm is done

‘Cause I’ve got hands to hold and I’ve got kisses to give
And I know who I am so I can really live
And no matter what troubles come out at night
I know the sun’s just waiting on the other side

Windy evenings don’t frustrate me
Though it tousles my hair and sweeps me off my feet
‘Cause though the wind blows me across the way
I’ll be laughing it up as I float through the day

‘Cause I’ve got hands to hold and I’ve got kisses to give
And I know who I am so I can really live
And no matter what troubles come out at night
I know the sun’s just waiting on the other side

The Sky Forgives

Composed 4/26/14
Description: (Day 26 of NaPoWriMo) Inspired by the sky these last few nights.

Milky inkblots melt
Into pictures of laughing skulls
And black baby carriages on gray canvas
Before the ink spills
Flooding the picture as if to say
It does not matter

It does not matter it says
All is forgiven

White paint splatters
A hundred tiny dabbles over black
Forming line portraits of our mind and stories
Shining, dried, stuck on canvas
Even as I scrape my finger across as if to say
It does not matter

It does not matter it says
All is forgiven

Allure

Composed 4/25/14
Description: (Day 25 of NaPoWriMo) Busiest. Day. Ever. Test, event planning, event carryout, cleanup… And finally relaxing at Steak & Shake with friends. It was actually this last adventure that inspired today’s poem.

She swipes her fingers
Across glittering jewels it’s
Her new addiction

Blinded

Composed 4/24/14
Description: (Day 24 of NaPoWriMo) How I’ve been feeling this last week, somewhat following NaPoWriMo’s (optional) theme of masonry.

Sharp and silver facts and figures
Slice through gray ridges and fissures
That once filled up my head

Anxiety floods now in the ears
And swirls ‘round in the spaces here
Stirring mortar ashen red

And from the mortar heavy bricks
In front of my eyes stack and stick
So that I cannot see

The pinkish blossoms on the path
Lights hinting of dark’s aftermath
Both are lost to me

Transitions

Composed 4/23/14
Description: (Day 23 of NaPoWriMo) I was struck by everything I saw blooming today. Everything suddenly seems to be bursting in color as if to shout to me, “Yes! It really IS spring!”

And yet, despite the vibrant joy nature demonstrates at the moment, I still feel a little fuzzy and… disconnected. I should be as happy as the scenery around me, but… I’m just not. I’m graduating in just a few weeks, and, while that’s wonderful, it’s forbidding and sad too. And that’s when I noticed that the beautiful, freshly blooming trees already had petals scattered all over the ground.

This spring I am
The magnolia trees
For
Even in their silken white splendor
They weep

How to Be Happier

Composed 4/21/14
Description: (Day 21 of NaPoWriMo) Today’s poem was inspired by the Weekly Word Challenge on Susie81 Speaks. The theme was “Happy,” and, though we could write anything revolving around the theme, a suggestion that caught my attention was “write a ‘how to’ guide on how to be happy.”

This comes at a time when I am working on a statistics project in which one of the variables is happiness. Specifically, I am doing some research over whether volunteering is associated with/can lead to happiness. And, thus, this poem came to be.

I ambitiously tried a combined original and “reverse” acrostic. (The first letters spell “happiness is” the last letters, “reaching out.”) It definitely presented some challenges, but I liked the way it came out.

In your experience has giving to others brought you happiness?

How to be happier
A subject in which we popularly engage
Persistently results in a
Powerful longing for a future that deviates from chronic
Isolation and poverty – hated thirsts to quench
Needlessly these desires tempt us like the wishes of a djinni
Ending in disappointment when
Superior joy stems from giving
Simply stroking the heart of one who
Is in need of love may touch you
Surrounding you in the peace of knowing your energy was valuably put

New Books

Composed 4/19/14
Description: (Day 19 of NaPoWriMo) My friend and I explored the mall and the bookstore today, which instigated a book-buying kick (for me anyway).

I grasp smooth binds like children’s hands
And let them unfold inside my palms
Each finger so crisp, white, clean
They fall free and lead me away
To love songs and laments, to curses and psalms
To the depths of minds and distant lands
They grasp tight ‘til journey’s end
Often though reaching again
Wrinkling with age and love