NaPoWriMo #30
I wake up to the sound
of heavy rain landing
in puddles on the ground
the dog snores then exhales
I push myself up
from the comfort of a bed
that loves me more than
this weather ever could
10 hours ahead of me
screening and registering
patients, and the beat
goes on . . .
my four-legged love sits
at the top of my chair
wasting her old breaths
in my ears.
this spoiled, ageless baby
encourages me, loves me, likes me . . .
keeps my sanity where it should be.
I listen to her low-growl
at the neighbor’s kids while
they play tag outside our window.
she steadies every opposition
with a calculated pace.
they hear her and look up.
the day’s shenanigans will
wait until tomorrow.
she slides down to
the seat of the chair,
buries her cold nose
into the warm cushion,
and waits for me to nod
in approval.
I look up from my book
and smile a welcoming smile.
“Good girl.”
she sleeps for three hours
NaPoWriMo #22
I hear the cars creep by
the silent hum of the street
with each engine
plowing its pathway
to wherever
the dog switches
p o s i t i o n s
she must be dreaming
of someplace other than here–
other than our reality
I know I am.#Poetry #NaPoWriMo #Life #Pandemic #Writing #Dogs
— A Cornered Gurl (@trEisthename) April 22, 2020
NaPoWriMo #20
we didn’t the beat the rain
it falls like shattered pieces
of human souls struggling to
get their lives in order
I fear trying to protect us from
that kind of downpour
maybe we’ll come out
unscathed or maybe we’ll
be drenched with so much
pain that our hearts
expand two sizes.— A Cornered Gurl (@trEisthename) April 20, 2020
This morning, I allowed myself more time to simply rest in bed after opening my eyes. I did not peel myself away from the comfort of my pillowtop until well after 8 am. This resulted in me trying to walk Jernee in a massive downpour as the rains decided to shower down in sheets on us. But, I never felt more alive than I do right now. Peace.
NaPoWriMo #18
I lie in wake, mindful
of birdsong & the dog’s light
snoring
soon, we will approach this
day, careful of our distance
from others, shifting our
bodies from harm’s way.
this is
not life.
but, it is.
and idiots cry about their
rights to liberate
while I just want to
breathe.— A Cornered Gurl (@trEisthename) April 18, 2020
