Showing posts with label Poetry Slam. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry Slam. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

In This Moment


The dishes done,
the laundry folded.
Cleaning out the fridge,

the bread has molded.


Finding the time

to kiss goodbye.

Neal scurries out

with lunch and a sigh.

One vet remembers,

as many do not.

Each day is a bonus,

not an afterthought.


So I hug a little longer

and call a little more
and forget about revenge

or settling the score.


Each day is a bonus.

we mustn't ignore.
We aren't guaranteed tomorrow,

just right now, no less, no more.

This is part of The Scholastic Scribe's Tuesday Poetry Slam that she has just created. I'm certainly not ready for a microphone and a beret, but it does take me back to high school, writing poetry and pose to fit a picture. I feel like I'm 16 again. Maybe I'll have McDonald's for lunch and slip a note to Neal in study hall. Want to join in? Simply jot down a little something and then click over to Mrs. Scribe's blog and comment that you have done so. Easy as Cheese Whiz!