Poetry Scrawlings

These are first drafts ... so be kind!

Here are three poems that I scribbled and scrawled today

THINGS I NEVER THOUGHT WOULD BE DIFFICULT

Walking in heels on cobblestone

Watching a school bus
Swallow my three-year-old
The first day of preschool
Her image in the back window
Two big eyes memorizing my face
One small hand moving side to side
As if erasing me completely

Keeping my photos organized, printed, posted and shared

Staying in touch with loved ones
Letters fade to emails
Emails evaporate into annual holiday greetings
And the years march by

Cutting my own hair

Moving to a new country every few years

Sleeping without you beside me

Making time to visit my home town
Recognizing that my parents have grown older
Realizing that I’ve left home for good
~Angela
Summer Solstice Scrawl Crawl 21 June 2011


THE LEADER
Short and slim
he walked with a limp
and one leg bowed
The eldest
The driver
cigarette perched on his lip
glasses dangling at the end of his nose
Hopping off
at every stop
Hurrying
He rolled the cans
two by two
set them sailing
to the others
whose legs are straight
and shoulders strong
They lift and dump
into the back of the truck
as he did
years ago
~Angela
Summer Solstice Scrawl Crawl 21 June 2011


Okay, so I’m not going to post the third poem.
It’s too rough, too long & I want to go hang out with my family!

It was about an elderly lady who sat next to me in the bakery. The entire place was empty. I was the only one seated at a table. Still, she asked if she could join me & we drank our coffee together.

Thank you Kirsten and Tioka for everything you do.
And Norma for keeping me out of trouble!!!

xoxo Angela