Paper Cut (NaPoWriMo 4/17/2014)

Published April 17, 2014 by kdorholt

Paper Cut

Piddling paper cut
Odorless, mute
barely visible line
a tissue-paper injury
with the power

to pain me, tear me up
stealthily dainty drops of
rich red blood rise
like synchronized swimmers
emerging from the deep

one-two-three-four
you make your damage known.
Hopelessly held to
your throbbing, I fix
my finger to my mouth

and absorb my inside
so slyly exposed
emphasizing my part
in the eternal all.
I taste salt.

Accustomed Pain (Terza Rima Try Three) (NaPoWriMo 4/15/2014)

Published April 15, 2014 by kdorholt

I’ve grown accustomed to the pain
In neck and head; in spine and shoulder
I feel it pulse through every vein.

It weighs on me—a heavy boulder.
The pain runs deep; it’s fire fried
And tires more, as I grow older.

I so long to be spring inside,
And life live full in every way
With comfort’s tender peace abide,

But, pain, you’re here again today.

Eternal Optimist (Terza rima try two) (NaPoWriMo 4/15/2014)

Published April 15, 2014 by kdorholt

Oh, eternal optimist,
You always have the better day.
Each second finds you soft, sun kissed.

You travel light in every way,
And cut through life with butter knife.
You constantly have good to say.

Oh, optimist, you live your life
Expecting ever your good luck,
So positive, so free of strife–

Eternal optimist, you suck!

Some Things I Know

Published April 15, 2014 by kdorholt

* I am not proud of this poem at all. I might be if I were in fourth grade. But this morning my brain feels like it’s full of cement and inspiration can’t seem to chip a hole in it. I decided to post “the poem” anyway, trusting that you can empathize. Maybe I’ll try again later.

Some Things I Know Terza Rima Try One

I’ve been told when choosing books
What really matters is inside.
Don’t judge by how the cover looks

I have learned when I have lied
Someone will catch me every time.
So truth is best. Lies are despised.

I know it is not hard to climb
Cherry trees with sturdy branches.
Success just takes some will and time.

And I’ve found when I take chances
I change myself for good or bad.
These are all parts of life’s great dances.

To own this knowledge makes me glad.

Catholic School Questions (a second attempt at a question poem–unrhymed)

Published April 14, 2014 by kdorholt

What was it that
called you to the
convent and classroom?

And does that
habit make your
head ache and sweat?

Why does the tallest
kid sit right
in front of me?

Could you please
have him crouch
down a dash?

Will I have
time to pee
between classes?

What if there’s
not and I
wet my pants?

Do you take pride
in the power
of pop quizzes?

And knowing Paraguay’s
rainfall comes in
handy when?

Will I need it
for a house loan
or library card?

Really, why
should I
remember that?

Why does the
phy ed teacher not
shower after class?

Do you think
devil’s do much
math in hell?

Will this class
be remission for
all of my sins?

And why in
spelldowns must
only one pupil win?

Who thought up
this game with
such humiliation?

Do you ever
hear the wishes
in your students’ heads?

How much higher
must I raise
my hand?

Why does that one
girl only sit
alone at lunchtime?

Why can’t I
make myself
find out?

Does God provide
all the answers
to my questions?

You teach me
to believe;
I still don’t know.

And He Still Loves Me

Published April 14, 2014 by kdorholt

*My husband is now hard of hearing–or so he tells me, but I keep asking important questions anyway, and he still loves me.

What did I lay my glasses on?
Can you tell who sings this song?

Dear, do I look fat in this?
Do you remember our first kiss?

Have you seen my purse today?
Shall we move or shall we stay?

Whatcha doin’ on your computer?
Which dress do you think is cuter?

What if we two hadn’t met?
Would you have been married yet?

What’s the temperature outside?
How do you spell “Naugahyde”?

Who starred in the Wrath of Kahn?
Shall I call my brother John?

Do you have some cash on you?
Do you think I’ve caught the flu?

Did you bring me back a prize?
Am I heavy for me size?

Are you still happy we two wed?
Have you heard a word I’ve said?

Silence.

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A blog of original content and reviews

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Turning dark cracks & broken fragments into golden seams of poetry

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Shawn L. Bird

Original poetry, commentary, and fiction. All copyrights reserved.

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