(Seriously.)
I am not “woe is me.”
I am not “woe is she.”
I wish I could reach out and duct tape ye.
I wish it would stop.
‘Cuz I’m gonna pop.
And take out the lot o’ who’s bugging me.
©2012 yahneverknow
11 Monday Jun 2012
11 Friday May 2012
Waiting
Waiting.
Waiting.
More waiting.
Waiting for the next shoe to
Drop.
Waiting for the next pause between
Songs.
Waiting for the next so-called
Prince.
Waiting for the next cracked
Rockets.
Waiting for the next sucker
Bet.
Waiting for the next chance for
Failure.
Waiting for the next chance to
Shine.
Waiting for the next opportune
Moment.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Always waiting.
©2012 yahneverknow
10 Thursday May 2012
Tags
#FAIL, ephemeral, humpty dumpty, idiots, nanosecond, poetry, talking, tumblr, twitter, writing
Ephemeral
To me, ephemeral is a way of life.
Fleeting moments.
Fleeting thoughts.
They come quickly and sometimes leave when I turn my back.
Often, they are forgotten,
But can be re-called to the present mind
With effort.
More and more, though…
I don’t understand
how
a day,
an hour,
a few minutes of ephemery
have now become
nanoseconds in
(usually)
digital consumption.
My thoughts may be brief.
I may forget them in the now.
But if that happens, their effect is still there.
They may be quick, but they are still there,
A part of me.
And I don’t think most
tweet-tumbld-blips have any kind of lasting effect on those that
tweet-tumbl-toss them back out to their “friends” who, in turn,
tweet-tumbl-spread it further along,
tweet-tumbl-virus-like.
I read.
I consume.
I surf the world-wide.
It does not consume me.
I think, maybe, others are not the same.
I think,
Maybe,
They
Are made up of these pieces and bits and tweets and blips, and
A strong wind or
A gentle rain or
An internet-twitterverse-tumblrland-WiFiworld breakdown
Can
Remove the glue
In the cracks.
And Humpty Dumpty
Will not
Be put back together again.
©2012 yahneverknow
05 Saturday May 2012
Oh boy. I did it.
But I did break my rules.
This is just a recap post for myself and for anyone wanting easy links to the poems I posted.
Rules broken:
For the most part, I’m happy with what I wrote. The challenge also brought me to appreciate others’ work and actively seek it out, which was a change. There were cathartic moments. There were WTF moments. Altogether, it was a very positive experience for me. I also think it helped my writing immensely.
Index for my work during NaPoWriMo 2012:
So, not bad for my first try at this.
Thirty-eight poems in thirty days.
Cool.
Hope you enjoyed some of them, too.
Cheers!
Michelle
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(National Poetry Writing Month 2012)
30 Monday Apr 2012
Tags
age 5, crayons, memory, NaPoWriMo, NaPoWriMo2012, poetry, red door, summer rain, thinking, treasures, writing
Prompt: Remember
Age 5
I remember warm summer rains. Giant knee-deep puddles. Air so warm and thick like your favorite blanket. The feeling of clean.
You could fall asleep.
I remember the smell of my freshly-opened box of crayons. Finally, a 64-pack with the sharpener built in. So excited. Crisp edges, perfect wrappers.
And the first stroke of color.
I remember the big red door that opened into a room filled with color. Real desks that opened up to hold treasures. Class projects twisting above with every breeze.
A new adventure, full of possibility.
©2012 yahneverknow
I hope this piece works. It’s funny that I already did this prompt, without knowing it was going to be a prompt, in my elegy on Day 26. I think that was the toughest thing I have ever had to write, but I’m glad I did it. (Wow. I just now realized that it was written and posted on Day 26 – which fits into the title “The Day After Christmas” so well. Amazing.) Please go read that one, too, even if you didn’t like this one. I would like opinions on it, since it was probably the most personal thing I have ever written, that I can remember. (haha.)
More info on NaPoWriMo2012
(National Poetry Writing Month 2012)