I did write this poem yesterday, but got so caught up in promoting NaPoWriMo to my students that I forgot to post here. Plus it’s still technically April 1st in the States, so yay for wibbly wobbly, timey wimey stuff! Anywho…here’s my start to NaPoWriMo. Never done it before, not really much of a poet, but here goes nothing.
We’re all trying to find our measure.
In still black and white,
Or artfully arranged plants in
Carefully articulated colors. Continue reading
Forward, forward, forward.
Always.
Can’t look back; can’t look now.
Forward, forward, forward.
Always. Continue reading
The theme was rom-com…one of my least favorite genres….and all I can say is, it started out fluffy? #sorrynotsorry
First comes the meet cute,
Boy meets girl or girl meets boy
Or boy meets dog or…no, wait a minute…
Wrong story.
Anyway, they meet. Words are exchanged,
A few flirtations, some warming of the cheeks.
She of the long, luscious hair and he
Of the strong jawline. Continue reading
If I were a Superhero
If I had super strength, I’d like to think
I’d use it to stop falling buildings from
Crushing people or keep runaway trains from
Running away over pedestrians.
But let’s be honest, I’d probably use it to
See how many people I could lift at one
Time or to win the heavy-weight lifting
Gold medal in the Olympics.
Biting, gnashing,
Drip with poison.
Shouting, screaming,
Sin with intent.
Weeping, crying,
Hurt with weakness.
Pleading, praying,
purge with hyssop.
Cleansing, washing,
I shall again praise Him.
ali oleary 