A Mother’s Guilt – An Erased #Haibun

 

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I close my eyes. The guilt presses against my skull. Blood pounds the base drum in my ears. I try to breathe, but a noise pulls the trigger and rage convulses out of the monster‘s mouth. Their confusion shines through giant brown mirrors that reflect the ugly creature before them.

 

tears spill

moments slip away

defeated

 

hands

press against

my eyes

(breathe)

until the monster

is no longer a giant

and the mirrors reflect

how I want to be

 

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Erased haibun is a form I learned for #NaPoWriMo.

Submitted for this week’s open link night over at dVerse.

 

 

 

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Day Twenty-Six #NaPoWriMo

 

Coffee cup, mostly full

sizzle of the griddle

crackle. pop.

 

Tiny hands grab hold of her leg

hunger pains too much to bare,

she WAILS,

red faced little morning monster.

 

Chaos in the living room

personal space being invaded

feelings being hurt

a tangle of legs

foot meets face

“Moooooooooooooom”

SLAM! goes the spatula.

 

The microwave dings

the timer chimes

two boys stomp up the stairs

SLAM! goes the door

the scent of burnt toast

now filling the house.

 

She gulps cold coffee, bitter

swallowing the lump of anger

that threatens to come back up

yawn

more coffee, a splash on the floor.

 

© Caitlin Gramley

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Today’s prompt for NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Six : “write a poem that includes images that engage all five senses. Try to be as concrete and exact as possible with the “feel” of what the poem invites the reader to see, smell, touch, taste and hear.”

 

 

 

I Just Need a Moment…or Two

 

I let the water fall over me
not hot enough to burn but turned up enough to hurt a little
to overpower the pain of the voices
the thoughts that pelt my mind
like pea sized hail in constant down pour
puncturing tiny holes in my sanity

 

I let out a whispered scream
don’t want to wake my husband and toddler
napping down the hall
my two boys are playing some game downstairs
but they might as well be right outside the door
their whiny voices

“Get your leg off me!”
“Ow!”

carry up the stairs penetrating my moment of solitude

I scrub at my scalp
wishing I could peel it off and massage my brain
maybe then it would relax
and give me peace, if only for a little while

I crank up the heat a bit more
Stopping at ‘pink skin hot’
I need a few more minutes

 

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This is my entry for day Ten of NaPoWriMo. It’s a day late but it took me a while to get what I wanted to say to come out right.

Prompt:  “write a poem of simultaneity – in which multiple things are happening at once”.

Morning Dance

Shoes

           check

Hat

           check

Backpack left under the chair

                                                  over there

A tangle of arms

              “Hold still”

Tiny fingers try

             Wiggle

                          Squirm

A fight of the wills

Seconds

                 tick

                          tick

                                   tick

Mommy’s patience dwindles

Sigh

Almost done

Zipper breaks

                        Cheap coat

Groan

            “Let’s Go.”

 

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This little fun poem was in response to Quadrille #54: Zip It! over at dVerse. We had to include any form of the word zip and had to use exactly 44 words.

Getting kids ready for school, always a chore!

 

 

Conversations with a 3 year old – Fire Safety

Fire hydrant 114 CC2.0 Photo by Barb

Fire hydrant 114 CC2.0 Photo by Barb

“Mom, look what I made!” He holds up a play dough creation from a play dough mold.

“Oh, a fire hydrant.”

“Fire hydrant?”

“See, a fireman hooks up his hose here and then points it at the house and puts the fire out with the water.”

“But the house will burn all down.”

“Well hopefully he puts the fire out before that happens.”

“Yeah, but then we will have to clean up our house because it will be all wet and I don’t want to do that.”

“well then, lets not set our house on fire.”

“Yeah, let’s not,” he says shaking his head.

Conversations with a 6 year old – Freaky Science

SCIENCE CC2.0 Photo by Chase Elliott Clark

SCIENCE CC2.0 Photo by Chase Elliott Clark

 

Son#1: “Mommy, I learned in school that your skin has little, tiny holes in it.”

Me: “Mhmm”

Son #1: “Did you know that?”

Me: “Yes I did.”

Son#1: “It kinda freaked me out. Actually, half the science freaks me out!”

Conversations with a 6 year old: “Bullies”

Photo from Google Images

Photo from Google Images

 

Son #1: “Dad, some girls were being mean to me and called me names at school.”

Daddy: “Oh?”

Son#1: “Yeah! They called me sugarbuns! And G called me cupcake! I’m not going to be her friend anymore because she called me cupcake!”

Poem by a Five Year Old

This poem was written by my five year old son for Mother’s Day. It was just so precious I had to share.

 

Oh mommy, Oh mommy,
I love you so much.
I will kiss you and love you
All day and night

Oh mommy, Oh mommy,
I like you to tuck me in bed
Oh mommy, Oh mommy,
I love you all day.