When a Poet Writes Immersed in a Toddler’s Universe

You cannot escape me...hehehe!!!

You cannot escape me…hehehe!!!

When a Poet Writes Immersed in a Toddler’s Universe

I just want to write—

a damn poem tonight!

I’m a poet,

and yeah, I know it…

Inspiration seems to be in short supply,

except what is found in this writer’s whine.

Just write, just write—I just want to scream!

Hmm, instead I think—

I’ll just down this bowl of ice cream.

These pasteurized cheese product of rambling rhymes

Simple they are just simply cannot be mine.

I can do better. I think I can-

I think I can, I know I can!

Despite being exposed to too much Thomas the Tank Engine

at my toddler’s hands.

Yes, I am poet.

I am what I am.

A good one too—

even if suffering from reading too many times

the verses of Green Eggs and Ham.

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My Life Poetic– Literally

After re-reading some my favorite poems and remembering the experiences of some the great poetic voices that have come before me, I felt compelled to compose a poetic collage of those poetic moments of experience that  have become relevant in my own actual life experience. And it is only fitting that I felt inspired to write this “homage” of sorts during National Poetry Month…

The following poem is very much  a work in progress–and I can honestly say I am looking forward to this revision process and the possibilities it could transform into.

My Life Poetic– Literally

I dove down into the wreck

And from its depths resurfaced

Alive, exhausted.

Headed into the oven, inhaled its fumes-

Yet pulled out in time

A synchronous timing of oxygenated insight:

The legacy left, an unintentional gift, from another mother’s plight.

Prepared with my flashlight gripped tightly in hand,

And clickity-click heels on my feet-

I un-quietly will find my way out of this night.

See, I have beaten my path on the roads less taken.

I travelled to Babylon, employed as a whore.

Acquired a cumbersome weight, and continued on.

Slouching into Bethlehem, I came to bore my fertile sin.

A “beast” they proclaimed when it arrived.

Still it was mine. I wouldn’t let go-

And I cradled my child close to my breast.

Wanna go for a ride???

At some point in our life’s journey, we get so off course in that the only road ahead looks like a dead-end. But if you remember to look behind, the road is still going on far into the distance.

Well, directly in front of me, that metaphorical “dead-end” is staring me down. Instead of giving in to its intimidating glare by turning off the ignition and sheepishly handing over my keys, I rev the engine up and turn the car around.

A substantial amount of backtracking lies ahead– and I take it on without resentment. In fact, with this turn-around, I’m going to take in  the scenery I previously missed and avoid all roads I know to be signed with “Dangerous Curves Ahead”.

And I am inviting you to be my passenger as I navigate these back roads towards my intended destination.

To check in on my progress please visit the Navigation Narration page of this blog.

The journey starts effective of this post’s publication…