Monday Morning Poetry

This morning's poem is taken from Dictionary.com's word of the day. Today's word is anoesis. Pronounced an-oh-EE-sis, it is a noun meaning a state of mind consisting of pure sensation or emotion with no cognitive context. You can read more about today's word here.

En Route

Car rides, dark nights,
Headlights, windshield wipes,
The rain knocking at my window
Drowns my mind in mindless thought
Funny,
I think more clearly when the clouds hang low
And there's no sun to see me
The water drowns me with anoesis
My sanctuary is my car and my thoughts are my thesis
Steering wheel gripped,
Radio does not interrupt
The pounding of the rain is my beat
The splash of my tires are my symphony
Lost in my thoughts until the car and my destination meet
23 miles of emotions, meditations, repentance and transgressions
Spilling myself in between white and yellow lines
On top of black concrete, the blood washes me
No wonder rain seems to purify me.

Monday Morning Poetry (At Night lol)

Maybe

So, what if I'm wrong this time?
Like,
I needed to apologize about the way I acted,
How I overreacted,
My statements,
I'd retract it.
Rewind time so that I'd get back that
time we lost fighting, arguing,
silent treatments, tension.
Stubborn me,
Let my insecurities get the best of me,
Lost the best of me,
You saw the worst of me,
All 360 degrees of me,
Now I'm wondering if you'll leave.
So maybe I'll apologize tomorrow...

Or maybe I'll let my pride ride,
And fight to have someone fight for me for a change
And make change
3 dollars, 6 dimes
I had 4 dollars in my pocket,
where's that 40 cents?
This doesn't make sense
I thought when I changed,
Things would change
Thought I'd get my heaven-sent.
I know heaven makes sense
But these bills don't add up
Gave my dollar, got pennies back.
Pockets get heavy when you carry change
There's that word again:
Change.
Maybe I'll re-title this poem
And call it pain.

Monday Morning Poetry

I wrote this original poem back in 2008. It continues to be one of my favorites. Hope you enjoy!

Writer's Block: Part II

I've been trying to write this poem ya’ll,
but it seems I've got writers block
I'm trying to eloquently elaborate these thoughts to a state of equilibrium
Find peace amongst chaos, tranquility in confusion
some cleanliness among this mess.
I was hoping this free verse
would create an outlet to reverse this curse.
But this lack of inspiration’s got me stumped
and this is the first piece I've penned in months.
I’m trying to find inspiration around me
When I don’t even know what’s inside of me
Can’t see a future in front of me
Walking backwards,
Thinking I’m seeing clearly.
Silly me...thinking I was his queen...
Begging someone to listen
When I’ve lost the voice inside me.
So, now I’m down two:
Can’t see, can’t speak.
And even my third eye has failed me.
My pen used to be a resource
now it’s a distant memory.
So, how am I supposed to touch God’s designed destiny?
I’m trying to find inspiration around me
when I’m back at the same place I started
a premature butterfly, back in her cocoon
Feeding off my mother’s breast, longing for sustenance.
The world’s not supposed to taste like this...
This flavor is bitter,
not something I want to savor.
The world gave me lemons,
Its time I make lemonade,
Or an uptown:
That’s lemonade mixed with sweet tea...
Cause I’m Sweet T:
I need a refreshing, satisfying delight,
when this hot, humid condition has gotten the best of me.
I’m trying to find inspiration
Penning this piece, while my daughter’s looking up at me,
thinking, "Mommy, when you gonna feed me?"
Thinking to myself, "I’ll feed you constantly."
With courage to speak,
(I think I’m getting my voice back)
Wisdom to see
(I got my sight back too)
Everything I lacked,
it shall be given to you.
You’ll hear, you’ll touch, you’ll taste, you’ll see
in all clarity.
God saved my life when he gave me a queen
my writers block is no more
I’ll pen some more next week....