National Poetry Month.

Bet you thought I was going to say ScriptFrenzy!, didn't you.

Well, I'm upping the ante this year.

30 Poems, 30 Days

and a full-length script before the end of the month.

I'm off to a hell of a start. Five poems just today.

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Out There

out there, for the world to see,
out there, just little ole' me,
striped, naked, bare -- free?
whatever may be, will be,

my soul stretched taunt,
looking as if to flaunt,
but really ready to daunt,
and wishing rather to haunt,

my heart, my soul, my being,
without ever really seeing,
while my mind continues dreaming,
and seeks evermore ways of fleeing,

my words are out there
and just to show you care,
publishing my work, you dare,
my soul, on show, I must now bear,



Semblance of Normal

I've never been normal
not even for normal's sake
                                                forty-something female
                                                never married, no kids
people wonder what is wrong with me
even I, at times, think there's a screw loose
                                                but just what is normal anyway?

I spend my time doing what I love
crafting words into sentences, or sentences into poems
                                                maybe, maybe not, so eloquently, at times
                                                and maybe this is not one of those times
but at least I'm trying -- or doing -- or being
who and what I want to be
                                                but just who is normal anyway?

you may pity me -- or despise me
for my seeming lack of commitment
                                                I try to minimize my time constraints
                                                but even I still have bills to pay
maybe soon -- maybe someday
writing will nourish more than my soul
                                                why is your life normal, who can say?


Haiku #17

wind rattles the trees
causing whiteout conditions
spring trees in full bloom


Haiku #18

wake to thunder rains
Mother Nature's angry rage
tears of frustration


Pride & Vanity

snap, snap, crack and pop
twice in two days
my fingernails snap
from a hand of five perfect nails
looking manicured, pristine
that had hopes of entertaining
a wedding ring