Unplugged

As I put the plugs
into my ears
to block
the children’s voices
I wonder –

Where to put
the plugs
to silence
my thoughts?

I’m happy to say that listening to this song helps 🙂

He likes mornings

He chitters, chatters, clitters, clatters – he likes mornings
I mumble, stumble, grumble, fumble
I don’t like mornings

He hums, drums, sings, swings – he likes mornings
I flump, bump, grump, wanna thump
I don’t like mornings

He sways, strays, plays, finds ways – he likes mornings
I hide, abide, guide, chide
I don’t like mornings

He moves, grooves, screams, beams – he likes mornings
I love him, want to shove him, but I love him –
even when he likes mornings

Inspired by today’s prompt, though not exactly following it. We’re on day 24 of #OctPoWriMo. I’m amazed that I’m still able to write, even on days when I feel like all ink has dried up in me.

Reiteration

Why? Why? My son’s on repeat
I don’t know, I say, and, … repeat
But what if? As always, he won’t give up
And for the umptieth time, I have to repeat

Please leave my brain alone, I need a break
let me breathe, stop asking questions, I repeat

Why? He asks. And corrects himself: For how long?
For at least ten minutes, do you understand, please repeat?

Silence
Breathe
Repeat

Mum?

Silence
Breathe
Repeat

Mum!

Why? I ask
I don’t know, he says
I give up, I reply

Silence
Breathe
Repeat

I tried a ghazal but digressed (the prompt a few days ago): A ghazal is formed of couplets, each of which is its own complete statement. Both lines of the first couplet end with the same phrase or end-word, and that end-word is also repeated at the end of each couplet.

The prompt for today was to write a letter. I vaguely remembered writing a correspondence poem once so I searched for it. It turns out that was the one that made me featured participant last year 🙂 It’s a bit crazy, and you can find it here.

Take a load off Annie

With his little wand
he worked his giant’s magic

First she was grateful
the she cried

Dear child
be safe

Feel like a giant within your own world
Feel free to be small in mine

Feel the liberating power of
you don’t have to do this

Feel huge satisfaction
you can do anything

Day 15 of OctPoWriMo. We’re halfway in the challenge, and the prompt was half way. This poem came up instead.

Let’s pretend

Let’s pretend that I’m a knight and you want to kill me, he says

Let’s pretend that I chop your head off and you are dead, he says

Let’s pretend that I’m a dinosaur and that I’m going to eat you, he says

Let’s pretend that you cooperate and I can put you to bed easily, I say

Let’s pretend that you’re not pretending to cry and mope, I say

Let’s pretend that you’ll sleep in tomorrow morning, I say

Let’s pretend to be pretending