Happy Friday
At the end of a long day
You deserve to sit down
Put your feet up
And do what you have to do
To let
Your troubles
Go.
Tag Archives: Light
New Year’s Haiku
Frost on the window
Fractures the morning into
Confetti colors
Feeling Large and Heavy
I got to play on an obstacle course
I didn’t have courage for half of the things
And wasn’t physically capable of the other half
I felt very large and heavy
I think if there’d been more adults on it
I wouldn’t have felt so silly
And maybe would have tried harder
I urged my sister
“Climb the 10 foot warped wall, for women everywhere!”
She looked at me funny.
Wondering if I’d said something sexist,
I revised my statement
“I mean… just for me, right here.”
I wanted her to do it
(I’m certain she could)
Because I was incapable
And I’ve spent my life feeling athletic
Vicariously through her.
Feeling large
And barge-y
Stomping around on my giant feet
I have grace
For one my weight
But no one else here is like me
The kids are swift, slender elves
My sister is strong and light
She is bamboo
She is tendons veins gristle
She is elegant cheekbones and arched brows
And blessed melanin, actual eyelashes, tanning skin
She slips through anything
She climbs like a rat
She swings like a monkey
Here I sit, here I sit
Pores full of shit
Not fit
Just the same I tried to flip
And hit the trampoline
Like a thrown elephant.
WHAM!
A man quickly approaches me
“You did sign the waiver, right?”
The Fall
When Fall passes by
It brushes some trees on top
Some the bottom
Some the side.
Wherever a leaf has been touched
It quickly spreads.
The torch of Fall
Kindles all.
They go graceful, as nature wills
They go with fire, one last glory
Immolating the world.
There is beauty in destruction
And the trees glow with it.
Filtering sunfire
Into their own shade
Coloring the sidewalks
Rose
Lemon
Baby green
Port.
With a farewell kiss
So light
Too soft for all senses
But sight.
Roach Sonnet
This stemmed from a conversation me and my friends had in a group text.
I am blessed to have the most interesting and creative friends, and our conversations are always something else.
Cowdog Creatives (Hannah) took this picture and sent it to our text group, saying how dramatically it died in the last ray of sunlight.
Another friend said it looked like an Italian opera singer, declaring in song his long-unspoken love to the fair Limoncello with his final breath.
I can’t write opera, but I can write melodramatic sonnets, so I had to join in poking fun at this roach’s dramatic death.
It’s OK to cry.
Fair Lemoncello, golden wings and thighs
No weeping from those scintillating eyes.
I am content that you have heard me speak;
No grief should mar the shine upon that cheek.
What warmth is this that causes my love worry?
A ray of sunlight, yet I cannot scurry.
It lays bare all my tender love for thee.
There is no fear where Lemoncello be.
There’s nothing more to say. My soul is clear.
I cannot stay, my insect queen, to hear
Thy chirped response; angelic though you be
A darker angel draws now near to me.
I do not mind death’s amply lit approach.
Today this nymph developed into roach.
Sarah D. Silvey 