Posted in Uncategorized, tagged childbirth, meter, mother, poem, poetry, pregnancy, rhyme, verbs on March 12, 2013| 2 Comments »
Swell, stutter,
tremble, flutter,
stumble, grasp, contract,
waddle, falter,
rise up, wither
wander, linger, gasp,
squat, break,
spread, quake,
writhe, clench, fall, breathe, groan,
wrestle, shake,
push, unmake,
release, arch, push, hum, moan,
shudder, sweat,
quiver, let,
crown, push, open, tear,
cradle, hum
unfold, undone,
stare, wonder, weep, revere.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged dr. suess, poem, poetry, rhyme on March 1, 2013| 2 Comments »
Confession of a Stay at Home Mom
(I wrote it a few years ago, but thought it was a good day to repost it …)
I’ve fallen in love
with Dr. Suess,
I want to slather him in rhymes
until his Horton hears my Whos.
I’ve heard delicious rumors
of his seven hump whump,
Did he say seven humps? Seven?
Oh! be still my whump-a-thump!
I want to find him in my car,
I want to find him near and far.
I want to find him in my house,
I want to find him up my blou …
Oh, excuse me.
I know what you’re thinking:
Rosemerry, Dr. Suess?
Isn’t he a bit too old for you?
But if he’d just take a gander,
I will be his Mother Goose
and oh! The places we’ll go!
Good Doctor,
put your wocket in my pocket
and when we’re through
I want to get lost
in your Solla Sollew.
I’ll even eat green eggs and ham
for the chance to undress
a rhyme with you.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged daughter, meter, mother, parenting, poem, rhyme on February 25, 2013| 3 Comments »
I say later,
she says now.
I say, do it,
she says how.
I say hurry,
she plays slow.
I say stop,
she says no.
I say wait,
she says why.
I say share,
she says mine.
I say sleep,
she says play.
Another night
Another day.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged alone, couplet, infinite, losing the self, rhyme, tetrameter, unlearning on October 12, 2012| 8 Comments »
—poem on a line from e.e. cummings
Rubble, smoke, sparrow, stone,
she wakes in darkness all alone.
Angel, master, docent, thief,
she wears the scars of love and grief.
Furrow, honey, Chopin, moss,
those are veils that are her loss.
There’s more, there’s more to be undone—
milk, lattice, lily, plum.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged 84, change, integrity, poem, rhyme, silence, transformation on December 28, 2011| 1 Comment »
New song
new drum
new groove
new hum
new rhythm
new hit
new favorite
and silence
does not change
one bit.