Posts Tagged ‘mother’

Second Chance

Posted: April 27, 2014 in My Poetry
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NaPoWriMo Day 27. Is it really Day 27 already? What will I do with my evenings after Wednesday? Anyway today’s poem is called Second Chance.

Second Chance

Holding her grandchild for the first time

she thinks to herself this is a second chance.

Maybe this time, I will do things better.

Maybe this time, I won’t worry that she’s not sleeping. (more…)

From a Mother

Posted: April 23, 2014 in My Poetry
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NaPoWriMo Day 23 and today’s poem is called From a Mother

From a Mother

Do not be afraid

to walk in this world:

you have already

earned your place

and it is full of possibilities. (more…)

My Magic Box

Posted: April 21, 2014 in My Poetry
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NaPoWriMo Day 21 and today’s poem is called My Magic Box, after Kit Wright’s The Magic Box. I wrote this some time ago but have reworked it a little so I think I can count it in project NaPoWriMo 2014.

 My Magic Box

I will put into the box
the stuff that disappointments are made from,
missed opportunities brought about by fear,
the heavy burden of guilt that follows no logic.

I will put into the box
my failings as a mother, lover, daughter
black hearted words that fell so easily from my tongue,
my father’s dying breath

I will put into the box
dark thoughts that paralyse me with self-loathing,
days when I am blighted by inexplicable sadness,
feelings of loss for something that was never there.

I will put into the box
the red hot pain of betrayal
the purple sting of failure
and the green poison of envy.

My box is made of basalt reinforced with titanium and steel
with a hole big enough for me to push through the key once locked,
to keep it so forever

I will bury my box under a mountain
and leave it to lie undiscovered for all time
so that I may never have to face again
the source of my inadequacies.

Buddhas in the Park

Posted: April 6, 2014 in My Poetry
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Day 6 of NaPoWriMo and here’s the next poem.

I got this idea from the NaPoWriMo website. It suggested writing a poem with the last word of each line being a word from another poem. One of the suggested poems to use as the original was a poem called Watermelons by Charles Simic.  Here is is

Watermelons by -Charles Simic

Green Buddhas
On the fruit stand.
We eat the smile
And spit out the teeth.

And here is my effort

 Buddhas in the Park

On the green

sit baby Buddhas

short and fat on

their mother’s milk. The

fathers, smiling down at the fruit (more…)

Julia

Posted: March 13, 2014 in My Poetry
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He was still yours when they took him down.

You saw him staring back

through that bug eyed monster,

twisted by the drop.

Somewhere in there

was your beloved son.

There was still a hint of the babe who’d

suckled at your breast,

his fragile milky breath placing

a marker on your soul.

You built him a fortress

and made a mother’s promise. (more…)