6/30 and 7/30 To catch up on writing poetry is like eating two sandwiches one for lunch tomorrow?

6/30

Either way it is

Toilet paper up or down
Hanging it still works

7/30
Ode to a Sandwich

(Maybe because I'm now gluten free/vegetarian
I have these longings for a sandwich
The bread is just not the same.
Not from what I remember.)






Oh Sandwiches.
Let me count the ways I've had you:
White bread, Safflower mayonaise,
fresh chicken breast, sliced tomatoes and lettuce from the garden;
Wheat bread, grilled cheddar cheese, tomatoes and onion,
dipped in tomato soup;
Rye bread, smoothered in 1000 island, swiss cheese, corned beef,
with saucraut dripping from the sides;
Whole wheat, strawberry jam, bananas, peanut butter,
honey drizzled between your layers;
Grilled wheat bread, slices of ham, jack cheese,
with sweet spicy mustard;
Sourdough with tuna, onions, tomatoes chopped finely
and melted havarti cheese.
French Roll with cranberry sauce between layers of fresh turkey,
lettuce and dashes of horseradish;
Kaiser Roll, juicy roast beef, cheddar cheese, onions,
and aujus on the side;
Perfectly powdered white buns with layers of cheese, grilled vegetables,
mushrooms and garlic aoli;
Although many make you, enjoy you, and delight in you, none of this
compares to the memory I have of you.

Something sweet 5/30 (behind again)

There is something so sweet
about coming home to you
softness and warmth and welcoming
there was never a moment that I experienced
prior to this that felt this way
I could have never planned, plotted or secured
Never had an inkling, a feeling or a hunch
that it would ever be quite like this
or coming from you.

I thought there was something wrong with me with that look on your face but you said later it was only gas - short poem 5/30

Poem 4/30

Trust
Nature
Connected
Sure
Source
Time
Patience
Waiting
Willing
Yes
Being
Alive
Still
Soft
Pause
Landed on finger
Tentative
Cautious
Willing
Nature
Yes
Composed
Flurry
Feathers
Alive
Live
Fly
Wind
Wings
Knowing
Beyond knowledge experience
Chord of Being
Alive
Yes
More
Yes
Friend
Yes
We
Yes
Connected
Yes


The picture above is a friend, whose husband patiently took this picture to not scare off her friend that is a big blue Scrub Jay who comes to eat peanuts from her hand.

3/3 and I've caught up for the day

Evening brings quiet

Release of all that is past

Gone to sleep like you

Poem 2/30

It's 6:12 pm and I have learned of your death from third hand sources and overheard phone calls. 
You and I were never friends and never will be.
We passed and never really spoken
unless is was about the dog
or the noise
or the indifference.
I called the police for you when he broke in.
Sad that he was actually the one who probably cared more for you than the stream of low-life parasites
floating/fleeing/screaming/ranting/partying
in the smelly/dirty/noisy housing they occupied with you.
And it all was too familiar and that's why I could name it.
Now all that remains is them
responding to those urgent phone calls from authorities
trying to find your family members
that they don't really know.
They are all that is left.
You are gone.
I wish that I was indifferent but I am actually sad.
This is how you ended.
Sometimes I watched as you left with some of these
made yourself pretty
laughter.
I am sad that you know peace now but in life never did.
You never knew what it was like to be clean
To have life staring full frontal in your face with all the beauty that it contains.

April is National Poetry Writing Month, 30 days, 30 poems, I'm already behind

The Challenge

It looks fun
Wow that was amazing
Let's do this,
you know we can do this
It's just a short time
You've done harder things
What if it's not cool..
Oh, woah...that killed it.
There was that spark and ooopsss.....
The dark just came in and squish
Ouch
It doesn't seem so fun anymore
Maybe it's not for me
Maybe it's time to think of something else
Pause
Fill in that big crack where the idea split
between something light and new and promising
To that familiar old crow
Cackling...making noise
harsh on the ears
piercing to the mind
silencing the light
the only thing to do is breathe between the space
create a deeper creavice
before falling down the hole, breathe
breathe in
the pause
the breath stops the fall
breathe more
make the breath go deeper
the breath filling in that space
breathe in more air
air fills the creavace with air
breathe
it's getting clearer now
breathe
the purpose the reason the air keeps filling and lifting
filling and lifting until there is light and lightness and floating
breathe
it's not that we don't all have monsters it's that we put some space between them and us
breathe
we all come back
breathe
we all have the challenges
breathe