Early showers

The plan was to sleep in this morning. My last Saturday before returning to school. I know I could use the rest before school starts back up but that’s not going to happen. Of course waking up early gives me a little quiet time to reflect on the day, and listen to the rain outside. I do enjoy a good morning rain. Plus my lawn could use it.

Awoke to the rain,
beating hard on the windows.
alarm clock pointless,
droplets of music playing,
nature’s morning wakeup song.

Monkeys in my Head

Where do you write? When do you write? For me there is no set pattern, and perhaps that is my problem and the cause of my sporadic attempts at poetry or otherwise. My most recent attempts have been early in the morning. I usually wake up at 4:30, brush my teeth, grab a cup of coffee and sit down to write. I love the quiet still of the morning, and the occasional chirp of the bird outside. My mind is fresh and for the past couple of days I’ve been able to put a few words down. Not many, but it’s a start. As I write this, I’m sitting in Dunn Brother’s Coffee shop. No longer 4:30 in the morning. A different environment. 6:00PM on a Saturday. Small, but active town and a nice new coffee shop. The patrons are few, there’s light music, and the smell of the coffee is pleasing. If I was at home right now I wouldn’t be writing. I’d be wrestling with the kids, or working on some ‘to do’ list around the house. The coffee shop, although it doesn’t provide the quiet still of the morning, it seems to relax me. I can think, and I can write. Despite the people I don’t get distracted. No one talks to me, and I’m left alone. Alone with my laptop and my cup of hot tea. Some herbal blend, Mint something or another. The tea is ok.

So what about the ‘monkeys’ in my head? They made me write the previous paragraph. I wanted to start with the monkeys themselves, but they spewed out that random crap up top. You see the monkeys live inside my head and they are nothing more than the random thoughts which bounce around inside seeking to escape. They seem to drive me crazy if I don’t release them. I can’t be the only one who has these monkeys. Maybe you call them something else. But do you know the feel? A thought, or an idea which won’t rest or give you peace until it’s completed and slain in the real world? Poem. That’s what I’m thinking right now. Not sure where this rabbit trail has gone, but it’s time to find my way out.

Why did she walk in?
Auburn hair back in a braid,
Soft brown eyes sparkling.
Distracted from my writing,
Guess I’ll sit here and daydream.

Poetry Month Day 6

I’ve come to the realization I won’t be doing 30 poems in 30 days, so I find time where I can and try to write when I can. So here we are on Day 6, making random observations and putting them into some type of poem. My observations included the following nouns; cars, trees, coffee, dog, people. Colors; gray, blue, green, white, yellow, black. What’s happening outside; cars driving, wind blowing, rain.

So I put these observations into a couple of haikus and a tanka.

Cars travel slowly,
gray clouds clap for attention,
rain soaks the city.

Trees sway in the blow,
green filled branches wave wildly,
people seek shelter.

Yellow dog resting,
as his owner chats away,
coffee house patrons,
warming brews and pastry treats,
forgotten storm howls outside.

 

 

Awaken by my thoughts….

Sometimes you just can’t sleep, and tonight is one of those nights.  Seems like a good time for writing some poetry.  If I can empty some of the thoughts in my head then maybe I’ll get some rest…

small quiet cafe
the smell of fresh brewed coffee
stimulates my thoughts
and awakes the world in me
trying to escape my mind

______________________

sleepless night again
still haunted by the voices
disturbing my peace
echoing within my soul
I long for sleep’s sweet escape

______________________

the night is quiet
something eerie is out there
hiding in the dark

______________________

gently the moon sits
like a pearl in the night sky
soothing is its glow

Tanka and Haiku

I recently read another blogger’s writings and was impressed with their poetic abilities.  I also took note of the various forms of poetry they created.  Many of which I was unfamiliar with, which isn’t odd considering I have only worked in a couple of forms.  So I am making an effort to expand into other forms of poetry.  The first one below is my rough attempt at a Tanka, and the second one is another Haiku.

Lost deep in my thoughts,
In search of inspiration,
I pick up my pen,
And transfer the images,
To the paper before me.

Always she loved me.
I weep and place the flowers.
Rest in peace mother.