Saturday, April 2, 2016

PAD, April 2

Aleathia says:


This is my favorite smile.  I try to make it happen as often as I can.  

April 2 (prompt is he said/she said)

Tell Me Now

“That tickles,” he said, “why do you do that?”

And she does it again.

He protests and squirms, 
elbows tucked in, half bent over, 
laughing.

He looks at her with a playfulness 
that makes her feel light and small. 
She moves closer and he squints his eyes, 
smiling and waiting for her torture.

She loves this smile 
with everything she's got, 
pauses to watch its evolution, 
and then kisses him, 
pulling the whole of his body
                                     into hers.

“This is why”, she said.

Aleathia Drehmer 2016


Friday, April 1, 2016

April Poem a Day Challenge, April 1

Aleathia says:

For several years I have been participating in the April Poem a Day Challenge.  A prompt is given and people set out to write a poem somehow relating to the prompt. Many people do not enjoy this format and find it constricting or hard to write from a prompt, but I love it.  I find that it gives me an opportunity to explore an angle or an idea that I might now have considered.  These days when I hardly write anyway, prompts are a god send to actually make the pen move.

In another sense, they are a catharsis of the winter; an awakening to spring.  So for the next month I am going to post a poem.  Normally I would post them at the challenge site, but I don't much feel up to swimming in the pond with other people this year.  It can be somewhat unnerving and narcissistic to keep going back and hoping your poem is good enough to get selected for the final book.  This year I am just going to write.

Feel free to try writing with the prompt yourself.  It is fun!

April 1 (prompt is Foolish)



The Wars We Wage
For Sindee


I was foolish to think
I could push you from my heart by hating you,
                                                                           you the person who carried me
                                                                                                    and cared for me
in the best way you knew how.

You were a child
     raising a child
and neither of us could have known
how it would turn out…you chasing flames
and bright lights while I swaddled myself in shadows.

I was foolish to drown myself
                           in your misery
letting the bottle tell me stories
that were never true but believable
the more I emptied them at the bar.

You were my only mother,
                  my only direction on how to be a woman,
                  my yardstick to success.
Measuring up to each other
drove us apart
instead of making us run
to the finish a little faster.

I was foolish to wait so long to hurt,
                                                   to grieve,
                                                   to say goodbye.

So today,
I say I love you.

Today I say goodbye
sitting in my car
watching April showers
clean away the winter
and the salt.

Today,
I start again.

Aleathia Drehmer 2016


Happy Birthday Mom, I miss you.