Villanelle

Once upon a May

There’s a dream world somewhere far

Where sunlight fills the day

 

Through fields of green and pools of mist I stray

And the flowers bloom

Once upon a May

 

I sing a song I might, I may

I stroll through love and laughter

Where sunlight fills the day

 

I dream a dream

And I never plan to wake again

Once upon a May

 

And all seems possible somehow, someway

My heart is full

Where sunlight fills the day

 

I can’t believe this world so far away

And yet so close within my soul

Once upon a May

Where sunlight fills the day

Sonnet

See the sunset purple and pretty gold
Rays of brilliant pink and streaks of light
Great clouds roll across the sky, large and bold
Scattering round the glare of glory bright

Nighttime aroma floats in from the east
And the stars begin to sparkle and glow
But on the western sky my eyes still feast
And as I gaze its true beauty I know

The summer air cools and I breathe a sigh
Moon rises in the purple and blue haze
Its glowing face smiling in the deep sky
My eyes rove back to the shimmering blaze

This bright summer day is now almost done
Down, down into the water slips the sun.

Reality?

Sigh.

#37.    4x -2 > 8x +10

Whatever. Does anyone actually care? No. Of course not.

I pressed my fingers against my temples, trying to coax my brain to the right conclusion about number thirty-seven.

There. I think that's right.

  Looking up, I suddenly felt dizzy. A strange uneasiness filled me, and I scanned the room hoping for a clue as to what triggered it.

Mrs. Gray was still writing on the board, Matt and Ella were still working quietly on either side of me, Clair Mona was still popping her gum, and the clock was still moving slower than a snail.

But something was wrong. This wasn't real. Or was it? I'd felt this feeling before, that other-worldly panic that this universe is all in my mind and I might suddenly wake up from a coma in a different dimension with new parents and siblings and a different name and personality.

I swallowed my fears as best I could. After all, everything was still normal wasn't it? Diving into number thirty-eight with new vigor, I tried to focus, but my thoughts kept returning to the feeling of unrest in the air.

Is my life really real?

The Autumn Song Plays On

Perfect misty day
Cozy movie time
And staying inside
Kind of day

But all I want to do
Is fly outside like a crazy loon
And dance in the rain
Out beneath the harvest moon

Autumn's dancing by
And I'm racing behind
Try to catch the leaves on the breeze
Gimme a cup of hot coffee please!

Fall is the season when birds fly away
To the south they flock each windy, cold day
And I stare after them wistful, mind practical,
But heart wishful

The cold chills my nose, but wakens my spirit
The silence of the fog bank, then the sun to clear it
Inspires my soul, lifts and charms
I huddle down in my scarf and hug my arms

The blustery wind whips through my hair
My breath swirls like smoke in the air
And the scent of fire and musk
Tickles my nose with the dusk

Nighttime brings the fading of the stars
But the clouds blanket the world and cover it's scars
And the hush of the fog calms me
Bringing peace and stillness gently

Cozy days of hot chocolate and tea
Beating rain and thunder scary
Home becomes a haven
Its comforts heaven

Every year as summer grows old
And winter approaches dark and cold
I drift between two worlds of mine
In that magic in-between time

Some days I am content to cuddle close
Inside my warm and safe house
Others I long to soar south with the birds
And still others a yearning in my heart cries out with bitter words

Winter is coming
Summer is fading
Falling, falling, falling

The Autumn song plays on....

Fairytale Endings

Once upon a time
Magical worlds and true love
Fairytale endings.

Not the End of the World

That panicked feeling when you realize that you've forgotten something important.

Today I was so wrapped up in my life and craziness that I completely forgot to write. Or I should say yesterday. Because now it is after midnight and I am struggling not to cry because I missed a day of writing and I was sooooo determined not to. This week has been a week of one set back after another. Tuesday was bad, Wednesday was worse, and just when I thought it couldn't get any worse Thursday came along. Now I'm feeling sad again, even after a great day, because it seems that I've failed yet again. But I guess this week has just been one big, annoying reminder from God that I'm human and I can't be perfect all the time, or every day, or any day as a matter of fact. I mess up a lot, but this week has been worse than usual. If you know me, you know that I'm a perfectionist, and also a bit OCD. When I was younger I was in a quizzing program for two years and I never missed a single quiz question until question three of my last quiz meet EVER. I cried through the rest of the day, and even though they dropped my lowest score and it all turned out to be awesome, I still have to live with those nine perfect score ribbons and that one stupid, obnoxious blue I-missed-that-one-question ribbon. I hate that ribbon so much. But, like this week, it is a reminder that I'm not, nor ever will be perfect. So yeah. Its after midnight. And I didn't write yesterday. And I kinda want to hit myself, but deep down I know that its not the end of the world.

THe PoeM to End aLl pOeMs

No words to say

Too many thoughts to express

My whole day

Was kind of a mess

 

And now here I am

Trying to write

But my mind’s in a jam

And I can’t build the fight

 

I really just want to sleep

But instead I’m sitting here pecking the keys

Wading through my thoughts so thick and deep

Oh please, please.

 

But rest must wait until I’m through

For tomorrow is coming fast

And I don’t want to do

Something that won’t last

 

Tomorrow, tomorrow the day beckons and calls

And I sit almost ghostly it seems

For down the long hall

Children are sleeping and dreaming sweet dreams

 

I shiver and turn

My head in a cloud

For music I yearn

But it’s too loud

 

And this poem is weird

But I really don’t care

It’s really quite queer

And it’s going nowhere

 

But if you’re still reading

Know this please

My brain feels like its bleeding

And I really want some cheese

 

Obviously this poem is not my best work

But hopefully it passes some sort of piece

My poem is full of quibbles and quirks

And tomorrow I’ll wish I….

 

had been able to think of a rhyme for “piece” I guess. LOL Goodnight!