POETRY

ABOUT MY POEMS :

The first time you read a poem, I think it is important not to have any preconceptions or outside opinions of it. Obviously, not having those influences allows you generate your own unique thoughts about it. But after you have had time to contemplate it & interpret not only what it means to the writer but also what it means to you, then I think it is OK, & rather interesting, to gain a bit of insight on the background of the poem. Under each link I have provided a very brief description of my mindset surrounding the creation of that particular poem. With the vast majority of the classic poets, we are able to delve even deeper into their poetry because we have insight into the history of their lives at the time they were writing. I am no extraordinary poet—it is more than doubtful I will be considered with the same esteem as “the Greats”—but perspective is important to me, & I wish to share a small bit of mine with you.

DARK MORNING :
04.29.17
A poem that resulted from observations & imaginings about an enchantingly mysterious & misty morning in the springtime.

THURSDAY :
04.06.17
Short poem about running late in the morning on a rainy work day.

YOU FILLED A SPACE :
03.05.17
My darling suffers with bouts of depression & anxiety. This is a poem I wrote for him to remind him that I need him, that I want him, that I don’t want to live in a world without him here; he is so hard on himself sometimes & forgets just how wonderful & important he is.

BENT SPINES
:
03.03.17
A fun little poem that resulted from a bit of spilled tea I was drinking at the same time I was trying to flip the pages of a rather heavy book.

TETHERED :
10.10.16
Stuck in an orbit of thoughts of who I think I should be. How many of us do not let ourselves settle into our own perfect gravity?

YOU KNEW :
08.04.16
Words said in the midsts of a depressive episode do not hold true in the hope & light of the morning. Thank the Lord for that.

FORGIVE ME, MY SANITY :
04.05.16
Bringing up old memories, for better or for worse, still as fresh as the day I pushed them down inside myself.

HAPPY ENOUGH :
12.01.15
Thinking about the past, thinking about the now, thinking about my decisions, thinking about my ability to change the trajectory of my life—or if I have that ability at all anymore. This is reality. This is my life.

100 DAYS OF HAIKUS [90-100] :
11.10.15
The LAST 10 poems in my self-prescribed “100 Days of Haiku” writing challenge – one haiku a day for 100 days.

100 DAYS OF HAIKUS [81-90] :
10.31.15
The next 10 poems in my self-prescribed “100 Days of Haiku” writing challenge – one haiku a day for 100 days.

100 DAYS OF HAIKUS [71-80] :
10.20.15
The next 10 poems in my self-prescribed “100 Days of Haiku” writing challenge – one haiku a day for 100 days. (Seemingly themed because most all of them were written during my 9 day trip to Texas to visit with my boyfriend’s family)

100 DAYS OF HAIKUS [61-70] :
10.11.15
The next 10 poems in my self-prescribed “100 Days of Haiku” writing challenge – one haiku a day for 100 days.

100 DAYS OF HAIKUS [51-60] :
9.27.15
The next 10 poems in my self-prescribed “100 Days of Haiku” writing challenge – one haiku a day for 100 days.

100 DAYS OF HAIKUS [41-50] :
9.17.15
The next 10 poems in my self-prescribed “100 Days of Haiku” writing challenge – one haiku a day for 100 days.

100 DAYS OF HAIKUS [31-40] :
9.07.15
The next 10 poems in my self-prescribed “100 Days of Haiku” writing challenge – one haiku a day for 100 days.

100 DAYS OF HAIKUS [21-30] :
8.26.15
The next 10 poems in my self-prescribed “100 Days of Haiku” writing challenge – one haiku a day for 100 days. (I apologize for being a little late posting these).

100 DAYS OF HAIKUS [11-20] :
8.14.15
The next 10 poems in my self-prescribed “100 Days of Haiku” writing challenge – one haiku a day for 100 days.

100 DAYS OF HAIKUS [1-10] :
8.03.15
The first 10 haikus in my self-prescribed “100 Days of Haiku” writing challenge – one haiku a day for 100 days.

WHO COULD NOT BE HAPPY? :
3.15.15
“With freedom, books, flowers, & the moon, who could not be happy?” At the time I wrote this poem, well, me.

[][][] :
2.04.15
An unsaid question, three boxes, check one, write a response.

STANDING THERE :
11.04.14
Simple premise. There is a particular voice at my place at work that sounds so much like the voice of someone I used to know, so much alike that sometimes I think he is actually there, coming to visit like he used to do. This poem is about the time that I heard the voice, dismissed it, thinking my ears were fooling me again, but it turned out to actually be him, after a very long time of not seeing him.

SACRIFICIAL LEAVES :
10.24.14
Written during one of my art classes. Someone had left a small pile of leaves on the table, probably rejects from some project. I picked one up that was in particularly good condition, & suddenly I was struck by the thought that a leaf has a sort of skin with veins, just like many other living things; this leaf was alive but dying since let go from the tree it came from. “Sacrificial Leaves” is what resulted from my musings.

WHERE I BEGIN :
10.03.14
A simple yet powerful poem in communicating a kind of sacrificial love.

AS A LADY OF BUG SIZE :
7.07.14
A fun little poem I thought up while taking pictures outside during a Fourth of July BBQ. It was a lovely holiday.

WHAT DOES THE SAD GIRL SAY? :
6.24.14
This is a poem I wrote back in the beginning of 2013 when I realized: depression feeds depression. Though I learned to live in the darkness, I couldn’t stand to see someone I loved suffering with the same sickness. This (newly edited) poem is about the beginning of the process of helping myself so I could help another.

DIVI DED :
6.10.14
“Divi Ded,” a fairly obvious play-on-words for “Divided.” I actually wrote down the premise for this poem years ago, my “flesh and bones” representing the two things, the two people, that made me: my mother & father. The poem is a metaphor for divorce & the profound effect it had on me as a young child growing up. With so many questions, with so many conflicting thoughts, it was as if I was always struggling to know who I was. For example, if I was more like my mom, or more like my dad, whose side to take, etc.

FEBRUARY ENDURANCE :
2.28.14
Ohio winters are a real struggle. Literally, half the year I shake & cringe against the air every time I go outside. I will move somewhere warmer eventually. Until then… #springupspring

A COLLECTION OF SHORT POEMS :
8.26.13
Poems I found from high school, each with its own story & meaning.

CEASE TO FOLLOW :
8.24.13
The unfortunate cutting of ties between myself & a complicated relationship.

FROM THE NIGHT WE WERE HUMAN (WE DRANK THE WINE) :
7.27.14
This is a very intimate poem full of meaning to me. It recalls a night when the man I love & I let ourselves be bold in our feelings, without thought, without complication, without a care. Rebellious. Free.

HIS WORLD IN WHITE :
5.12.13
My best friend fell in love with me, &, for a time, I think I loved him back. But I knew he was not the one for me, so things ended & we fell back into a complicated kind of friendship. This poem paints myself as an apathetic young woman indifferent to his feelings of frustration & desires to be with me.

MEET ME IN THE VALLEY :
4.28.13
I fell in love with a boy from Texas. We visited each other often, but not often enough to keep down the ache of missing him when we were apart. This poem is about the distance between us & my heart always longing for us to somehow be closer to each other.

SHIFTING SAND :
4.28.13
I brought a new boy to the spot along the water where I used to go & have picnics with my ex-boyfriend. This poem is about the new experiences, the new memories, I was creating there with this other boy & how it conflicted in my mind with the old memories I had with the boy I loved before.

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