Category Archives: Poetry

I Wish You More…

Amy Krouse Rosenthal, the writer whose format I borrowed for I Wish You More, passed away this week at the age of 51. Gone way too soon. Her light and love shone through in her life, and I admired her so much. As one of my favorite children’s books (and memoir) authors, I shared many of her books with kids and teachers over the years. Her death has hit me hard, and in honor of her, I give you this poem. AKR, this is for you! I wish you more love and happiness than pain.

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I wish you more stamps than pages.

I wish you more tries than give-ups.

I wish you more what now’s than what if’s.

I wish you more quality than quantity.

I wish you more spicy than mild.

I wish you more books than shelves.

I wish you more oh yeahs! than oh nos!

I wish you more yummy than yucky.

I wish you more happy endings than cliffhangers.

I wish you more calm waters than crashing waves.

I wish you more bright than dull.

I wish you more grey than black and white.

I wish you more friends than followers.

I wish you more adventure than aversion.

I wish you more sunny than stormy.

I wish you more questions than answers.

I wish all of this for you,

because you are everything I could wish for…

and more.

Wondering the Reason

It’s been five days
since the accident
Five days since my life
suddenly changed

No more going where I
want to go
doing what I
want to do
Heck, even going to the bathroom
is an ordeal

At first, being cooped up
isn’t so bad
You get a free pass
to binge-watch
your favorite shows
You can stay in your PJ’s
all day long
No judgements

But then
the desire to do
normal things again
sets in
Things like walking around
taking a shower standing up
leaving the house
without it being a big thing
And suddenly
being confined to your bed
isn’t so glamorous anymore
It’s suffocating

At first, you expect
the pain
You know you have to
endure it
But you think
it’ll get better
each day
Only it doesn’t

Throbbing, pulsing
pain
Blue to green to yellow
yet it still hurts
Glancing down
not my foot
but a balloon
ready to pop

Too many pills
too much sleep
not enough sleep
can’t get comfortable
No longer
self-reliant

And then the thoughts
Playing the what if game
What if I hadn’t
stopped for that bottle of water?
What if I’d left
five minutes later?
Would it have been
the same?
Everything happens for a reason
Wondering the reason

Trying to stay positive
But today
it’s hard

 

Beyond Exhausted #sol16 17 of 31

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Beyond Exhausted

too tired to see straight
beyond exhausted
my whole body hurts
beyond exhausted
worked for over 12 hours today
beyond exhausted
and I’m still not done
beyond exhausted
leaving for the airport in 7 hours
beyond exhausted
haven’t started packing yet
beyond exhausted
forgot to eat all day
beyond exhausted
have a headache now
beyond exhausted
so much to do
not enough time
but I have to keep going
even though I’m
beyond exhausted

Sunday, Lazy Sunday #sol16 6 of 31

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Lazy Sundays

I just love lazy Sundays
days where I can have a lie in
get up when I wake up
not when the alarm tells me to
leisurely eat breakfast
without even a glance
at the time

days where I can
catch up with friends
each on different continents
listening to what’s
happening in their lives
swapping stories
sharing laughs

days where I can watch
episode after episode
of my favorite shows
without feeling guilty
and worrying about
other, more productive things
I need to be doing

days where I can take the time to
slowly read slices
getting to know other bloggers
gathering ideas for
my own slices

days where I can enjoy
a cup of hot tea
while bundled up
in my bed

days like this
are what I love
days when I don’t
have to do anything
except just be

Scattered #sol16 4 of 31

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Scattered

go here
go there
send that email
check this box
cross that off
meet this deadline
greet this parent
have that meeting
add one more thing
and then another

the to-do list never stops
the inbox always grows
brain scattered
too full
flustered
wondering
how it all
will get done

walk away
take a break
have some fun
dance it out
even if just for a bit

it can wait
until tomorrow
there’s always tomorrow

The World Through My Eyes… SOL#25

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The United States is family, friends, good food, and home.

England is not sure the first time, but oh so much better the second.

Germany is meeting people in awkward places and my first taste of independence.

Fiji is adventure and pristine, so-beautiful-you-think-they’re-photoshopped beaches.

Australia is where my heart is happiest, oh and hot accents that make me weak in the knees.

China is weird smells, craziness, ‘The Bridge,’ and my second home.

Hong Kong is civilized China and home to my favorites Shaggers and Jeezy.

The Philippines is beautiful people and juicy mangoes.

Malaysia is lime juice and getting lost.

Vietnam is “beep! beep!” and night markets.

South Korea is my favorite salad, used bookstore love, and meeting my SOL friend.

Macau is long immigration lines, casinos, and Portuguese architecture.

Cambodia is explorations, biting fish, and begging children.

Thailand is tuk tuks, sketchy trains, and golden roofs.

Japan is confusion and sushi and where did my friends go?

Egypt is camel-exchange proposals, koshari, and the call to prayer.

Nepal is roaming cows, do-anything-to-help-you people, rice fields, and peace.

Italy is the kindness of strangers, gelato, and cobblestone streets.

Greece is baklava and feta, blue and white domes, and restful relaxation.

Scotland is rain and beautiful buildings and more rain.

Ireland is old castles, lush green, and Dirty Dancing.

Myanmar is long boats, temples, daily tea leaf salads, and love.

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What I Believe- SOL #24

11454297503_e27946e4ff_hI recently read Brown Girl Dreaming by Jacqueline Woodson, and I was struck by the chapter entitled “What I Believe,” so I used it as a mentor text for today’s slice.

What I Believe

I believe in laughter, the kind where you laugh with your whole body, and your belly aches when you’re done.
I believe in good food and good conversation with good friends.
I believe in going and doing all that you can, before it’s too late.
I believe in the country and the city.
I believe in family, the people who will be there for you no matter what happens.
I believe in fighting for what you believe in.
I believe in love, messy, not-sure-if-it-will-work-out-but-you-go-for-it-anyway love.
I believe in a higher power, a God that is there for us and loves us, even though we don’t always deserve it.
I believe in working hard and giving it all you’ve got.
I believe in desserts, indulgent, comforting, make your mouth water desserts.
I believe that a smile or hug can make someone’s day.
I believe in words; they have the power to move mountains or tear down the most powerful fortress.
I believe that sometimes all you need is a good cry.
I believe that books are meant to be shared.
I believe in giving.
I believe that everyone is a writer, just waiting to be discovered.
I believe that reflection and change, while hard, is a necessary part of living.

Reader- SOL #22

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Reading, like writing, is an integral part of who I am. I can’t remember a time when reading wasn’t important to me. From a very young age, reading caught hold of me and hasn’t let go. I’d like to share a little about me through a reflection of who I am as a reader. I used the poem “Reader” by Billy Collins as a mentor text.

Who I am as a Reader

Thinker, reflector, recommend-er, hoarder,
highlighter, write in the margin-er, connector,
planner, revisit-er, polygamist
by balancing multiple texts,
always stealing time in between moments,
quote collector, goal maker, book store peruser,
Good Reads reading log keeper,
dog-earer I am not,
blurb studier, before and during,
book lover, savor-er, structure notice-er,
before bed reader, need quiet time reader,
never read the ending first reader–
why would anyone do that?
mentor text gatherer, always on the hunt,
connection maker, book saver, bookmark user,
read any and everywhere– even in a car reader,
variety is the spice of life reader,
authentic, read for myself reader,
“real books are always better” kind of reader,
voracious, never gonna stop reader.

Head Too Full- SOL #8

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My head is so full, it feels like
an overfilled balloon that can’t handle one more puff of air
a can of biscuits left out on the counter too long
your belly after Thanksgiving dinner when you wore tight skinny jeans
a rusty pipe, whose screws have lost their strength, trying to hold back the dam
a stick of dynamite, lit and ready to blow

Sleepless Nights- SOL #6

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Sleepless Nights

can’t shut it off
the endless loop
the record skipping
the song on repeat
tossing and
turning
trying to find
that one comfortable spot
maybe then
I can sleep

watching the clock
counting the hours of
sleep I’ll get
if I can just
sleep now
the bags
under my eyes
reveal the truth

can I sleep tonight?
can I shut if off
long enough
to fully rest?
will the worry
cease to invade
my mind?
I hope so
I really, really
hope so