Hummdy Dum

Hummed Drum I'm not thinking
Hummed Drum of my labs
Hummed Drum the sky so pretty
Hummed Drum not yet my abs
Hummed Drum flowers falling
Hummed Drum this is bad
Hummed Drum back to thinking
Hummed Drum of my labs

My little elephant

My little elephant chatters non-stop,
By my side,
Closer, closer,
Songs sung,
Questions asked,
Stories told,
Over, over.

"Hey, you listening?"
Talking louder,
My ears,
My eyes,
My face made of plastic.
Shhh, little one,
My head.

I am the Whale

The rune given last week,
On the day I would fail,
Spoke of joy, pleasure, harmony,
Where was that as I wailed.

Yet I pondered each day,
Sensing clarity out of reach,
Like a ghost in my peripheral,
Shrouded by disbelief.

The Whale I drew this week,
Words described me at length,
As the ocean's gentle mountain,
No sense of speed, only grace.

Yet I still didn't get it,
Till today when I stumbled,
On the obvious path,
Truth spoken not mumbled.

This veil was my 'lost self',
Held up as a mask,
Staccato ways of history,
Success from my past.

Time spent lamenting,
Over life’s lost direction,
Modeled shapes of victory,
Obscured my reflection.

Today I saw new self,
Moaning deep melodies,
Slow, strong, and graceful,
Immense possibilities.

The Whale I am soaring,
Warming my voice,
Pleasure I am feeling,
This is my choice.


Maybe a bit of foreshadowing with the choice of "Ample" as my pen name. As I am under 5'2" and tightly built.... humm.

Tornado

A tornado ripped through me, 12 hours last night.
It was ugly, horrific, didn't give it much fight,
Felt it turn inside out, course set for sure fail,
Blew up, then shut down, wailed, wailed, wailed, wailed, wailed, wailed.
"Oh why," you say, "Why, would such a dastardly thing,
Befall such a lovely, helpless, befuddled young queen."
Cause she's a monkey on meds, put her back on the shelf,
She's weary, broke hearted, she can't help her-herself.
My mind raced in circles, rhymes sped in my head,
No more, I cried blindly, finally sensing the dead
End course, I'd set up, for myself...

Too many people, were here in my home,
Laughter expected, and dinner to comb
Smooth perfect like the perfect wife, mother, and friend,
I had let myself drop, down the list, to the end,
Weekend reprieves, lost last, this, and future,
Guts spilled out of wounds, I'd failed sadly to suture.
Priorities, where was I?
Will I die?
If I won't?
Say I don't?
Do this,
Anymore...

The twister broke up, as my husband reached in,
Had an idea, this bright morning, see if I'd give it a spin,
Our daughter to travel, home with his dad,
Who's leaving this morning, this doesn't sound bad,
He'll return this next Wednesday, yes, that's five days away,
It's set he'd come back, with her Nana, she'd play,
And her cousins, her cousins, you know how they are,
She'd like it, will love it, Pensacola's not far.
We run it past the little one, she dives for the chance,
Tears fall tiny drops, just one second glance,
A party she'll miss, but she's not even sad,
She'll celebrate on another day, says her friend won't be mad.
She's right, and I know it, so I must let her go,
Off on this adventure, wild wings she will grow.
She's excited, relieved, says she'll miss me, I'm sure.
I wave and blow kisses, her care I defer.

Five days to rebuild, take it my friend,
Let lose of this struggle, know this treatment will end.
I'm off to sit with the dog, warm in the sun,
Will dream sweet fancy dreams, of her having fun.