Overwhelmia

With Coffee Cup I sit alone;I should go clean,But Tired’s grown.Child’s awakeResisting Nap,Where’s EnergyUpon the Map?And then tonightI’ll snuggle inWith OverwhelmUnder my chin;Peace slips awayAnd Balance strays-They leave my heartA Basket Case.To be AliveFind me a Way.For after All;All is Okay. Note: *This poetry borrows an idea from the writings of A.A. Milne, author of WinnieContinue reading “Overwhelmia”

A Welcome to Autumn (Good Riddance to Summer)

Summer’s road was rough and hardLeaving me a little scarred.Unexpected devastation,Basket case of frustration.But like all things, summer’s passedInto history at last.I welcome fall in all its gloryReady for a different story.Bring on lots of pumpkin spiceDon’t lose hope that something niceMay happen still despite the messSo let it go, that weary stress.To the wind,Continue reading “A Welcome to Autumn (Good Riddance to Summer)”

Job Hopping

Today marks another ending for me. My life seems to be filled with those, whether or not I want them. Today’s ending is not nearly as dramatic as some others have been, thankfully. Nevertheless, it is still an ending, and that still means adjustments. It’s a change in my workplace. Prospective employers in the futureContinue reading “Job Hopping”

Illusion

You’re living for the sunshine For passion and young love But you can’t hear the thunder Menacing above. You can’t see the sky Darkening tonight For in your rosy world Everything is light. Throw all heed away As long as it feels good, Never mind advice It’s just a bunch of “shoulds.” The world isContinue reading “Illusion”

Coping with Change

I seem to write about the things closest to my heart and mind in the various seasons I go through. And the words which I think best describe my life right now are chaos, change, and weariness. Chaos and change certainly bring weariness, and being already a naturally weary person, perhaps chaos and change justContinue reading “Coping with Change”

Flashback to Eighteen

Last weekend, we celebrated my baby sister’s eighteenth birthday. She’s seven years younger than me, and tonight, I was thinking about a poem I wrote when I was eighteen. I was an idealistic teenager with big dreams. A Girl’s Questions Eighteen years oldAnd as inquisitive as a childOnly this time,Her questions seem bigger.But like theContinue reading “Flashback to Eighteen”

Before the Resurrection

Saturday is a day that gets missed in celebrating Easter. There’s Thursday with the Last Supper, Good Friday, and Easter Sunday. What about Saturday? The despair and lack of hope that the disciples and followers of Jesus must have faced after the crucifixion needs to be remembered as well. I wrote this poem for theContinue reading “Before the Resurrection”

Finding Real in Fantasy

One of the reasons Tolkien and Lord of the Rings are so popular, I think, is because the words are so incredibly applicable to our lives. During the beginning of the pandemic a year ago, this quote popped up. You might remember how perfect it was for those months. “I wish it need not haveContinue reading “Finding Real in Fantasy”

Inspired by Ireland

Surely I’m at least a small percent Irish. After all, the freckles and auburn highlights have to come from somewhere. But I’m of Anabaptist faith, and typically we are largely of Swiss and German descent. One of these years, I’d like to do the DNA test to see what my ancestry really looks like. UntilContinue reading “Inspired by Ireland”