poemless post on the last day of post-a-poem


you will have to
forgive
this poem-less
post
on the last day
of post-a-poem-a-day month
as
my twelve
gets on a bus
for a four hour bus ride
away
from
me
for the first time...

my heart broke
as eight sat in the back seat
of the car with twelve
last night
and told her
that "she might feel some anxiety
when it was time to go,
that her stomach might hurt
but that it was ok,
she would just be worried about going away."

my heart breaks now
as i whisper to myself
that its ok for my stomach to hurt like this,
i'm just anxious, i'm just worried...
as my i whisper to myself
she's a big now{i'm a big girl}
she can handle this{i can handle this}
and i count down the seconds
til friday at five.

post-a-poem, april sixteen

you are geothermal
to me
buried deep in my ground...
you are looped into my system,
circulating raw heat and energy
round and round...

(even when the air is cold...
you
bring
me
warm)

you maximize my pressure points...
you give me structure,
you give me form.

we waste no energy,
you and i...
you are the BTU to my PSI.

the prompt at readwritepoem was to use
jargon...terminology you use every day...
and this is what i do...i work in kitchens & bathrooms,
plumbing and heating...i loved this prompt.

post-a-poem, april thirteen

i think i need to
delve deeper to find you
my blue eyed girl
my urchin
my song...
as your years go up
my pedestal goes down
and i need to work harder
to make it strong

(i am your mother
you are my daughter...)

i don't want to lose you
in the waves of the day
i don't want to have been too busy to hear you
as the crush carries you further away
instead i will slow myself to listen
i will still myself, i will hear,
and i will stay.