Tuesday, May 12, 2015

A Recycled Quilt

We're a quilt, you and I.
Individual fabrics, sown together.
Used and loved for a period of time.
Our stitches strong, yet temporary.
Then our maker decides we're too worn.
Plucks the stitches from the quilt.
Unravels the ends and separates us.
We're to be recycled into something new.
But I don't want to be divided.
I cherish our current pattern and design.
And long to preserve what we have.

Thursday, April 30, 2015

NaPoWriMo 30: Agree

Can we all agree on this?
Just be kind today.
Give a beaming smile,
To all who come your way.

Can we all agree on this?
Have some patience now.
Take a deep breath,
And don't have a cow.

Can we all agree on this?
Be generous at present.
Give a little gift of joy,
A gesture, well-meant.

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

NaPoWriMo 29: Fireflies

Delve into the sunshine, sweetheart.
Feel the rays upon your skin.
Let the joyful freedom in.
Sing the songs of summer nights.
With marshmallows, hot dogs and fireflies.
Smell the heat in the breezy air.
Take the time to read a book.
Or write of what you see.
Paint the landscape surrounding you.
Laugh at the past and plan for now.
Spend time with friends, old and new.
And never forget seasons passed.

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

NaPoWriMo 28: Believing

It's a dreamy bridge to nowhere,
Or so they always say.
But I will keep believing,
That I'll cross its length one day.

It's well-worn, faded paper,
Brittle and yellow with age.
Yet I will keep believing,
That I'll skim 'cross every page.

It's a small and lonely world,
With mountains to ascend.
And I will keep believing,
That I'll trek to every end.

Monday, April 27, 2015

NaPoWriMo 27: Tide Me Over

Not feeling inspired.
I'm simply too tired.
A test when I wake.
Study, stress, then take.
A day in the life,
Of much joy and no strife.
With school wedged between,
And room forever clean.
This is me and my world,
Beauty stretched and pearled.
Make the weekend last,
And summer break past.
Tide me over till sunshine,
When freedom will be mine.

Sunday, April 26, 2015

NaPoWriMo 26: Not Numb

You'd think after years of abuse the pain would be numbed.
That the washing of clothes and the sweeping of floors would be accepted as normal.
That their taunts and overall bratty disposition would become bearable.
But alas, it hasn't. 
If anything, it's become much more difficult.

The invitation was unexpected.
I should've seen the betrayal coming.
All my dreams were ripped to shreds before my very eyes.
And they laughed as if it were a scene from a comedy.
If only I had the courage to rise above them.

a.d. (a day in the life)

NaPoWriMo 25: Notorious

Amelia Earhart
Played a huge part
In flying planes
Across many terrains.

Johann Sebastian Bach
Forgot to lock
The carrying case
Of his upright bass.

George Washington
Had a sly grin
When the battle was won
With just one gun.