"The difficulty of literature is not to write, but to write what you mean; not to affect your reader, but to affect him precisely as you wish." ~ Robert Louis Stevenson



Monday, April 30, 2012

Bats

I remember summer evenings,
Sitting on the porch steps together
Watching dusk fade into night.
Then all of a sudden down the driveway
Came a mass of bats flapping and lurching,
Racing outward for their nightly travels.
Just as suddenly it was over
And we sat and talked while the stars came out.

I remember the first time I learned
(From a friend's horrified expression)
That bat-watching wasn't considered normal.
And then I remember realizing
We were not quite normal in other ways too.
Normal is important to teenagers.

Later I grew up and understood
That normal is a fictional concept,
At least where families are concerned.
And my children now would consider it cool
To have bats flying down the driveway at night.


~ Tamary Shoemaker
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(From a prompt at NaPoWriMo to write a poem using "I remember" three times.)

Sunday, April 29, 2012

Double Dactyls

I saw a prompt at NaPoWriMo this morning to write a double dactyl poem. I wrote one, but the rhythm wouldn't get out of my head, so that's why there are two.


Screechity-honkity,
Highway commissioners
Must have a thing about
Living life slow;

Seeing my busyness,
They try to help me by
Closing roads everywhere
I want to go.

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Higgledy-piggledy,
Our name is Shoemaker;
What could be simpler than
"Maker" and "shoe"?

Although the spelling is
Etymological,
People still try to start
"S - C - H - U."



~ Tamary Shoemaker
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Saturday, April 28, 2012

So That's Why It Takes So Long to Balance the Checkbook

The space inside my purse
Confounds the laws of physics.
I put receipts in as I spend
On various shopping visits,
But when I dump them out
To give them my attention,
They couldn't all have fit in there
Without a fifth dimension.


~ Tamary Shoemaker
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(From a prompt at NaPoWriMo to write a poem of space.)

Friday, April 27, 2012

Anywhere But There

Mommy, drive me in the car,
But not to go shopping for clothes.
Drive me where the fun things are,
But not to go shopping for clothes.
Drive me fast or drive me slow,
Drive me to a movie show,
Drive me where I want to go,
But not to go shopping for clothes.

Take me to the grocery store,
But not to go shopping for clothes.
Take me to see your friend who's a bore,
But not to go shopping for clothes.
To the bank or to the zoo,
To the park to play with you,
Or even a doctor visit will do,
But not to go shopping for clothes.


~ Tamary Shoemaker
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(From a prompt at NaPoWriMo to write a nursery rhyme.)

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Earwig

The common earwig frightens me,
Upon her way proceeding;
She climbs up couches silently
And scares me when I'm reading.
But most of all I hate her name,
A horrible reminder
Of places, if she ever came,
I would not want to find her.


~ Tamary Shoemaker
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(From a prompt at Poetic Asides to write a poem about an animal.)

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

National Pastime

They're here! The finals of the Procrastination Sprint,
the event you've been intending to attend sometime.
Our featured contestant has been training all her life
and would surely be one of the top national contenders
if anyone had gotten around to calculating the statistics.
Just look at her scores going into this round.
Weeks, months, even years of putting off doing things
have all added up to a solid run for the gold.
And she's not one of those amateur players, the kind
that doesn't put their heart into it. No, she cares,
she feels the urgency of those to-do lists every day.
That may be what gives her the edge in these sprints.
Look, the deadline is approaching. She's calculating now,
waiting for the very last moment to start her race.
Will she ever make her move? -- Finally, there she goes.
A late start that may cost her the trophy. Could the pressure
be throwing her off her game? Or maybe she can pull it off yet.
You never know till it's over... Let's sit back and watch.


~ Tamary Shoemaker
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(From a prompt at Poetic Asides to write a poem about a sport.)

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Love Me Not

Love poems lie
and so do I
when I say you're my darling.

Your fervent kiss
would not be bliss
but rather quite alarming.

I court you still
and hope you will
rebuff as you've been doing,

for, terrified,
I seek to hide
behind a show of wooing.


~ Tamary Shoemaker
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(From a prompt at Poetic Asides to write an anti-love poem.)