All because of a broken chair.

An image prompt this week for Read Write Poem.

I bow down
Kneel before this hazard
Ahead of me

Standing tall isn’t an option
I’ve created this monster
An anomaly

Not beyond repair
Just slightly out of reach

Image by Sepulture (mood disorder)

I'm a thief! Blame it on Read Write Poem.

Here is my poem in response to Prompt #109 for Read Write Poem. The words "stolen" to make this poem possible are in bold.

Mythological

I took the brunt of the weight
Shouldered the burden
Throwing stones at the elite

Watching them shatter like promises
Drawing back simple
No question for authority

Hercules couldn’t have made
A better attempt

I, always the enthusiast
Treaded water and froth thigh-high
With a fertile mind

And half-expected you to notice
Sundered by tragedy
On a quest for the unknown

The End of Starting Over.

Poem #6 for the January RWP Poetry Mini-Challenge. This is the final poem in the Starting Over series. Another untitled poem, but I'm happy to have completed the challenge. Thanks to all who have come to read these poems over the past couple of days and who have offered their support. These poems have not been as structured and clear as I would like them to be, but they are a window to the issues I am dealing with right now.

My tears stain the pillow
The blanket, the bed

In the morning we can pretend
It never happened

A second chance
Another first attempt

With dry eyes I have the power
To see things different

Another Untitled Poem.

Poem #5 for the RWP Poetry Mini-Challenge. I'm too sad for a more cheerful introduction.

Winter has been unusually cruel this year
And we’re only two weeks into it

Already I feel like throwing in the towel
Maybe I should have made a resolution
Perhaps the New Year thinks I’m taking her for granted

Perhaps I am
Seeing as she only brings me
More of the same

And I’m a litter bitter because of it

Same lovers
Same arguments
Same lessons learned

I haven’t really learned anything from the looks of it

Still tomorrow is another day
And with it come the promise
Of a new beginning

The only question is
Will I be bold enough to reach for it?

An Untitled Poem. An Unsure Future.

Poem #4 for the RWP Poetry Mini-Challenge. This was a tough one. It's pretty generic at the moment, but I'm in too much pain to continue and too weak to follow through. Tomorrow promises more of the same. In my dreams I'll have the strength to do what I need to do. Untitled.

The promises
Have been broken
Shattered as you
Walk out the door

Picking them up
Is an unbearable task
At the moment

In the morning
When the world
Starts brand new
I will too

Starting Over, Just Barely

Poem #3 for the RWP Poetry Mini-Challenge.

Barely

My lips part, unevenly
Unsure

I can barely feel the words rising
In my throat,
Touching my tongue,
And slipping through the spaces
Between my teeth

It’s not like I ever loved you
So why is this so hard?

We only existed in half-hearted gazes
And back-handed compliments

Holding hands because we needed
To feel the warmth of another human being

The thrill, once rooted firmly
Like a tree
Is now growing weak,
Fading swiftly

The words escape safely
Certain in their departure
Ready for a new beginning
But just barely

Insignificant

Poem #2 for the RWP Poetry Mini-Challenge.

Insignificant

I spent years carving the line
Trying to get it perfect
Only to spend years
Trying to erase it

Coconut butter
Miracle creams
Lotions

I tried to wish it away
I tried to pray it away

Nothing seemed to work
No one seemed to be listening

A line so small
Most people wouldn’t notice
Unless held under a microscope

I see it clearly every single day
My tiny little reminder
That starting over
Doesn’t always mean
Wiping the slate clean

What If I Loved You Like This?

It's time for the first Read Write Poem Mini-Poetry Challenge of the year! For five more days I will be stringing words together trying to form something worth reading. Who am I kidding? Just trying to form something! All of the poems will deal with Starting Over, per the rules of the prompt. Rules. Oh RWP you're so strict. And I like it. :)

What If I Loved You Like This?

What if I loved you like this:

In reverse, from this moment
Back to when we first met
In cryptic messages from the past
To greet you in the present
I guess technically the future

We could skip over the end
Work our way back to the beginning
When things were still new
And we hadn’t discovered our differences
Were too much to overcome

I would love you from the start
Instead of taking you for granted

A Moment of Truth for January

It started off with yelling.
Now there is only silence.
I don't like where this is headed.
We're coming close to the end.

Let's start the year off write!

Cheesy title I know, but considering I'm recovering from all the New Year's Eve festivities I think I'm allowed to be a little cheesy. It's my first blog posting of the year after all!

Starving for inspiration I turned to some of my favorite poetry and writing blogs for a little direction. The One-Minute Writer did not disappoint. The prompt is simple enough; describe 2009 in 20 words and hopes for 2010 in 10 words. I think I managed to sum it all up, though I didn't follow the prompt exactly. This is a new year and I plan to create my own rules. :)

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! Hope 2010 is good to you. XOXO

2009:
You brought me more joy, heartache, love, pain, failure, success than I ever could have imagined.

2010:
You’re a vision; a revelation just waiting to happen.