Thursday, May 28, 2009

Song Lyrics for TOP

Every Friday I play a song for my kids and pass out the lyrics, too, so they can follow along and think about them. Last week, the lyrics were so simple and superficial so I said to them, "I could write better song lyrics than this!" I tried.'s not that easy!
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The Wedding

Our friends were getting married
And we fought about the gift.
I suggested silverware
But you were for a fifth.
I rolled my eyes and shook my head;
I’d never win, of course.
We were going to a wedding
And heading for divorce.

You sat beside me in the church
But left a space between.
I listened to them say their vows
And swallowed down a scream.
I wondered why you hated me
I didn’t know the source.
We were sitting at a wedding;
I was thinking ‘bout divorce.

Later at the reception
In a silence filled with ache
You stayed on the other side of the room;
I thought my heart would break.
Then I heard them play our song
And felt you touch my back.
We danced and every movement
Put us more and more on track.
Our love was stronger than your fury.
It rocked us with its force.
We were dancing at a wedding
And forgot about divorce.

Friday, May 22, 2009

Worry for Sunday Scribblings

Did you ever have anyone
hand you a glass of wine
in an expensive wine glass

thin as a skim of ice
on a pond? You hold
that stem like a delicate

rose. That’s how I feel
about my mom, now. I
love the wine, but

the container is just so fragile
that I’m afraid she’ll break.
I hug her as gently as possible.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

3WW: efficient, optimize, treacherous

Waterfalls of change
are treacherous. I paddle
with efficient strokes.
With efficient strokes
I paddle through treacherous
waterfalls of change.

Monday, May 18, 2009

Poetry Train: Tulips are poeming

Today in Poetry-writing class I had my kids use nouns as verbs in their poems and this is what I came up with.

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Tulips are poeming
out all over.

I see their lines
against stone walls

in a multi-colored
rhyme scheme.

Clumps of them
sonnet gardens

while straggler haiku
dot lawns.

Tulips are penciled
on the green paper
of spring.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Tardiness for TOP

I don't know about you but I've been dry, dry, dry since the April poem marathon!

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I sat down to write a poem
then popped up to turn
the dishwasher on, instead.

I came back to the computer
then remembered that I wanted
to paint a journal page.

Afterwards, I poised my fingers
over the keyboard
and typed, “Tardiness”

then made the broken line
underneath. A ding
alerted me to new email

that I just had to check
right away. I noticed
that the ivy was drooping

so got up, again, this time
to water the plants. Finally,
here I am writing this non poem.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

3WW: Bicker, Nervous, Trajectory

We bicker, we fight.
The trajectory of hate
is a loaded gun.
of your loaded gun,
trajectory of your hate,
bickering, fighting.

Monday, May 11, 2009

Poetry Train: As the blue sky

As the blue sky
knows nothing
about stars,
so am I a stranger
to you.

You see the person
you want
me to be: a white
fluffy cloud,

But I am
the night
cloaked in the darkness
of secrets,
each of my stars
a hint
to the me
I really am.

Saturday, May 9, 2009

Healing for Sunday Scribblings

A Voice

My mom started
talking again
last week.

It’s not much
more than
a whisper

but it is a
softness so

For months now
she’s been
mouthing words

and we’ve been

one of the sad
side effects
of cancer.

Hearing her voice
now is like
winning a

soccer game:


~Linda Jacobs
Oct. 5, 2004

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

3WW: Cryptic, Flash, Malign

The flasher opened
his coat to show off his cryp-
tic manhood. I laughed.
by his lack, I laughed
cryptically when his coat o-
pened. The flasher frowned.

Monday, May 4, 2009

Poetry Train: A Bed

A Bed

My bed has a head-
board where I hoard
chapstick and Bic
pens to write to friends.
It holds in its folds
a nail file I’ll
use when I choose
to fix, while I’m watching flicks,
my nails.

And if I fail to fall
asleep at all
I can read a book
or take a look
at TV. It’s free.
Or do a puzzle
and maybe nuzzle
if I must. It’s just
a great place
to be. Lucky me.
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