Time to talk about Poetry

Hello. I missed posting yesterday. There wasn't much to talk about and my Daughter and I went to get our ears pierced. She is 11 and got them done for the first time. I was impressed. I thought she would chicken out at the last minute. She picked a beautiful pair of light green studs and I must say they sparkle in her ears. I was 11 when I got mine done the first time too. Memories of my mum taking me to the jewelry store to get it done, taking out the studs when we got home and putting sleepers in so I could sleep easier. I, on the other hand, got my 8th piercing. I had 3 pairs in my ears, and one in my nose. I got one in my upper left ear. (after encouragement by DD). I just have a tiny stud, I didn't want anything big and flashy until it heals.
Today I thought I would share some of my poetry. It is kind of funny but I like to rhyme words. It is almost as much fun for me as crossword puzzles, and it keeps my mind off other things. Some of my poems are silly and some are deep and dark. My thought is that my art and my poetry will meet and combine into works in and of themselves.
Here is one I wrote this summer. We can start on one of the darker ones, as I always like to leave on a light note.

out of the woods

I sit and look out from the Woods
I want to leave but I am afraid
There are dark places here
Unknown hollows and beasts I do know
I could get lost and not return
Becoming another; not at all myself
Each step makes my legs heavy
It is hard not to look back
To dwell on things long past
As I inch closer to the edge
I am blinded by the hot light
Shedding layers I have clung to
I step back frustrated with myself
It is not the same, a shadow of what was
Leaving only one choice, forward
To the unkown of continued hope and fear
What was still consumes me
A door I cannot close tight
Where am I going to end up
In the light or back at the beginning
Starting again, looking out from the dark.

This is called Rain

Dripping, Splashing, Running.
The rain falls out of the sky.
Darkening, Soaking, Relieving.
The Earth that has grown dry.

Waving, Blowing, Moving.
The trees and plants around.
Watering, Bolstering, Moistening.
The growth beneath the ground.

Renewing, Charming, Helping.
The earth continue to grow.
Relaxing, Charming, Hoping
The world; deep green aglow.

And this last one is one I wrote while working second shift for DD. We only got to see each other for 1/2 hour each morning before she left for school, and on weekends if I wasn't working overtime. I would doodle little sketches or write notes.
Mrs. Brown

Mrs. Brown had a cow.
She also had an onion.
When she went to see the sow
She was pained by a bunion.
Now Betty Brown was smart,
She knew the perfect cure.
She asked the cow to do her part,
and rode her without a sore.
Mrs.Brown was pleased as punch,
Not half as much as sow Molly
She gave the onion to the cow for lunch
and Clara cow said "By Golly!"

Well there you have it. Just silly things can really make a difference in your day. Out of the woods is something that I never realized that I was feeling until I wrote it. The Cow still makes me laugh, and I have actually another two about Mrs Brown that I can share later.