Thoughts Written on January 6 – A Quadrille

My summer island beckons me

When the sun hides behind

Winter clouds. Her waves, trapped

In whispering shallows, softly request

My return. Her rocky shoreline

Curved in a waiting embrace.

Her salty scent of carefree

Days warming the frigid air.

Only 6 more months.

Quadruple prompts in this quadrille! Patrick’s Pic and a Word Challenge #196 – Islands was the basis for this poem while Jamie’s Wednesday Writing Prompt to create a poem about the seasons set the scene. I was also able to incorporate dVerse’s Quadrille #83 – Sun (Happy 8th Anniversary dVerse!!) and the Go Dog Go Cafe’s Tuesday Writing Prompt – Whispering Shallows. Whew!

I wrote this quadrille thinking of my two favorite islands – Maui (where the picture was taken) and Martha’s Vineyard. We’ve had lovely vacations in both these islands. They are vastly different in topography yet both bring a sense of peace and contentment – that “Hakuna Matata” feeling. Maybe it’s the sun on my skin or the smell of the sea or the gentle whisper of the waves that makes food taste better, colors look more vibrant, love feel deeper. I search for this during cold winter days.

©️ iido 2019

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Bedtime Routine – A Lai Poem

Baby, drift to sleep

Shhh, don’t make a peep

No cries

Let’s start counting sheep

One and two and leap

Close eyes

Let the Sandman creep

Breathing becomes deep

Reprise

My second attempt at a Lai Poem for the dVerse poetry form challenge. This one incorporates Devereaux’s Tuesday Writing Prompt at the Go Dog Go Cafe. His prompt today is to use the phrase “drift to sleep” in a poem or prose.

I look back and realize I have many poems about sleep or to be more accurate, lack of sleep. It’s been over a decade since I can claim having a good night’s sleep. The bags under my eyes are now a permanent fixture despite the fleeting memories of snuggles and whispered fears and hopes.

©️ iido 2019

Soul Fertilizer – A Haibun and Running Update

The packed, gravel path crunches like my favorite candy bar beneath my feet.  The smell is not delicious chocolate but cow patties, liquified and repurposed. The steam from this concoction rises from the turned earth like the steam from my body on this 6 mile run. The smells are similar but mine reeks of determination and accomplishment. Each run is risky – maybe if I was more consistent, I would know what to expect, I would know that I wouldn’t fail, that I would keep going and not give up.  But I don’t, except for today – today, my run wasn’t shit, but it did fertilize my soul.

Risk in every step

But I’m not going gently

In that fading light

This haibun was written for Patrick’s Pic and a Word Challenge #183 – Risk and also incorporates Beth’s Tuesday Writing Prompt at the Go Dog Go Cafe to use the phrase “fading light”.

I haven’t done an update on my training for the Niagara Falls International Women’s Half Marathon that I am training for – maybe it’s because I really haven’t been consistent with my training at all. With sick kids and spring break and other obligations, running has definitely taken a back seat except for this past weekend when I was able to get a run in with a local friend of mine who is also part of Moms RUN this Town.

Danielle was one of the first running moms I met when we moved to PA. She recently had an adorable baby boy and is training for the same half marathon in Niagara as I am (she was the one who actually told me about this race). Danielle is one of the most kind, energetic and determined women that I have met here.  Being a local, she taught me so much about this area (like how to pronounce certain words, introducing me to the local farmers’ market) when I first arrived.  Running with Danielle is always fun and this run was no exception. We were even able to see the Easter Bunny at the end of our run!

After this spring break week, I am getting back into a regular schedule with running so be ready for more sweaty pictures of me!

©️ iido 2019

The Mesa – A Poem

On the Mesa looking at the rubble of your ancestors
….My blurred thoughts clearer in this higher altitude
….Stones testify of their protective wisdom
….Pottery shards painted with shared knowledge and resources
….Ladders made for bravery and change
….Hieroglyphs telling stories of warning and loss
….That I can feel but will never fully understand.

At your table, the truth and strength
of your heritage
feeds my humbled soul.

This poem incorporates Beth Amanda’a Tuesday Writing Prompt at the Go Dog Go Cafe to use the phrase “blurred thoughts” in a poem.

I was inspired by the Puye Cave Dwellings, ancestral lands of the Santa Clara Pueblo People. My daughter and I took a tour there with a very knowledgeable guide who was descendent of the people who once occupied Puye. This is for Royce and the people of the Santa Clara Pueblo who magnanimously share their heritage.

©️ iido 2019

Drop Growing Cascading – A Cascade Poem

Drip drop trickling
Moving growing powering
Eroding cascading changing

Your idea to smile at that hateful man
Caused me to buy my nemesis a coffee
Drip drop trickling

She, in turn, forgave her sister, the lawyer who caused, then settled her divorce
This lawyer sister pro bono defended the women marching raising the alarm
Moving growing powering

These women gave voice to injustice and hope
A million gallons of smiles rushing forward
Eroding cascading changing

This is Bridalveil Falls in Yosemite National Park, one of my favorite pictures from the start of our cross country trip three years ago, seemed like a fitting picture in response to the theme of “cascade” posted by Amaya at d’Verse Poetics last week. I chose a non-watery cascade for the focus of my poem though. This one was inspired by Devereaux’s prompt at the Go Dog Go Cafe Tuesday Writing Prompt for last week: How can we best avenge the fallen?

I am not sure what meaning Devereaux had in mind when he posed his question – Deceased police officers/fire fighters/military? The “damned”? Angels who have given up their halos to become human? In my writing, I was thinking about people who had “fallen by the wayside” in our lives – either from lack of contact or from a conflict. Repairing these broken relationships (private and public) requires a cascade of loving voices saying, “Rise up and join our love fest!!” Or something along those lines….

©️ iido 2019

Troll – A Quadrille

In the deep, he lives
Waiting for the cue to waken
Up he creeps, with
Gentle footsteps of the mind
Escaping out of my mouth
With hurt, anger and a bit of glee
Damning you as wrong and
Me as the troll he is.

This Quadrille was written for last week’s dVerse Quadrille prompt – Troll and for the Go Dog Go Cafe Tuesday Writing Prompt to incorporate the phrase “Footsteps of the mind” into a poem. I missed the deadlines to include these poems but I wanted to post it anyway.

The picture is of a book I found at Barnes and Noble. No, the “troll” is not a fart! It’s something worse, something that ruins days and can make a person question their self-worth, their place in life. Sometimes this troll can even endanger a person’s life. What is the name of this troll?

PS – If you have this troll (I know some of you might keep it in Facebook or Twitter), you can make apology cards for the occasions it comes out and sell it at Barnes and Noble for $14.99.

©️ iido 2019

Preflight Checklist – A Poem

I am poised
At the edge of beginning
Unable to unclasp my hands
From behind the back of mundane
To grasp the infinitesimal potential before me.

I am afraid
Of the miracle that might happen
If I topple over the edge of the wall
Will I fall and shatter?
Will I be caught by others who know that I matter?

I am trusting
In the stars that spell my name
That my purpose will be revealed
Like wings unfurled catching the breath
Of the true spirit

I am accepting
Of the cuts upon my skin
The bruises of learning
Stamped with the names of experience
Rubbed with an ointment of love

I am ready
To fly

This poem was inspired by Hélène’s “What do you see?” Picture prompt and also incorporates Devereaux’s Go Dog Go Cafe Tuesday Writing Prompt to write a poem about flying.

Taking that first step has always been difficult for me, especially if it’s in a direction that is different and/or difficult. I know some people love a challenge, love to embark on adventures and they do it without excessive worrying or fearful procrastination. I am like the figure in the picture: seeing the beauty and potential but afraid of grasping the wall, swinging my leg over and dropping onto the other side.

I’m learning that to truly fly in this world, I can’t overthink, I just have to do it (as the slogan goes). Think it – Say it – Do it – Be it – then Take Off!

©️ iido 2019