“I have always found that I did not get so tired, and my day seemed shorter, when I listened to the birds singing or noticed, from the window, the beauties of the trees or clouds.” – Laura Ingalls Wilder
I’ve been writing a poem a day for PAD this year, except for day 6 (the prompt was food and I haven’t come up with that one yet). I’ve been doing this almost every year since 2009. Some years have been better than others. This year has been a struggle. But, today I will share two: one from 2013 (forgot the topic) and one from today (topic was a love or an anti-love poem).
They swarm from every side They crawl in and out of my head, Crowding out sensibilities The weight of these words presses me down
Empty cracks fill up with snippets As accusations harass me, overwhelm me They climb up on one another like a pyramid Pestering, pestering, “Give us a poem!”
They appear when my eyes are closed, Besiege me in bed, Stay with me in slumber, Assail me when I awake
Then proceed to disquiet my day Oh how the words worry me They infringe on my free time, Vex my best intentions
And I surrender, surrender
What is Love?
It’s love that takes the verbal abuse Knowing Alzheimer’s has taken the mind —love suffers long and is kind It’s love that drives the clunker And gets the best car for another —love does not parade itself, is not puffed up It’s love that mucks out the barn To give a few minutes of sleep To the one who labors all day — love does not seek its own It’s love that ties the shoes And goes up the stairs for the one who can’t —love bears all things It’s love that seeks the best for others, Even when it hurts —love endures all things It’s love that opens the heart and home To those who’ve lost their way —love hopes all things