not-so-splendid isolation

what writer doesn’t crave time alone,

to write, float, feel free to create

in a world of imagined forms

 

yet ‘on your own’ brings up all kinds of stuff:

the thought, the feel, the sense of nothing,

the loneliness of being alone

 

I thought I’d welcome the time on page

that can stretch so far and deep –

yet now it’s self-pressure to perform

 

in my restricted bowl, with views of nought,

I have to reframe the reminder ticks

as a chance to live, to write, and transform

If I were enough…

If I were enough,

I would devour my here-and-now

and not hunger for some perfect future.

 

If I were enough,

I wouldn’t wish for someone’s fish

or scoff at what’s on my plate.

 

If I were enough,

I would ask for a sliceable loaf,

not nibble at leftover crumbs.

 

If I were enough,

I wouldn’t feast outside

to try to fill my empty insides.

 

I would nourish my starving soul

and my heart would be totally full…

 

If I were only enough.

 

 

NaPoWriMo Day 26: Write a poem that uses repetition

a poem for uplifting things

 

Just when I’m about to give up on a creative life,

things from nature remind me of who I am and what I’m here to do…

 

The pale, pert optimism of spring daffodils

that always come up, no matter what, each spring.

 

The rustle of breeze against branch, a shiver of nature

that brings goosebumps when I’m aligned with my truth.

 

And a sudden, surprising deer, stopping in its path to pause and stare:

An emblem of creative spirit come to visit.

 

NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 9: write a list of things

to my younger self I gift..

To my younger self I gift

a sense of knowing I have a right to exist,

imperfect and scared as I am

it’s alright to be me.

 

To my younger self I gift

a trust that life gives as well as takes,

that the blows and hurts won’t destroy me,

but will make me who I am.

 

To my younger self I gift

a self-belief that’s humble as it’s confident,

that the words I eventually write

will soothe me and touch others.

 

To my younger self I gift

a pen that scribes my truth.

 

NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 7: write a poem of gifts and joy.