Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: May 30, 2009
A peaceful day?
Maybe not…
An energizing workout
relaxing stretch
A blissful morning
New phone in hand
A stroll around the mall
A busy afternoon
An altercation
at home
about what else….
money
I never seem to have any
I escape the scene
Walking away from
the accusations
endless guilt
frustration
harsh criticism
I return
the flames still smoldering
I hastily make my way to my room
the room that I once found heavenly
now
is a place of [...]
Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: January 26, 2009
I decided to change the look of my blog and give it a cleaner, crisper appearance. I am always trying to do that with my stuff, but I feel like I am falling short some how. I know how to organize, I just don’t want to spend so much time doing it. But that’s the [...]
Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: January 26, 2009
Me: Hello, fatigue, what’s new today?
Fatigue: Nothing, just sitting around kickin’ back.
Me: But that’s what you did yesterday.
Fatigue: What can I say, I like routine.
Me: Well, I think you spend way too much time doing nothing. You need a job.
Fatigue: I have a job, but it is on an as-needed basis, such a drag.
Me: So [...]
Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: January 26, 2009
I have had this blog since early last year and I finally decided to step outside of my blog and explore the blogosphere tonight. I am amazed how much time a person can spend wandering around cyperspace. I have a feeling this only the beginning of my adventures. Sandiego Momma is one woman’s attempt to [...]
Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: April 28, 2008
It is going to be another hot one today
And she believes it
As she steps outside
And feels the heat rise
In the breeze-less air
What happened
To the cool, breezy days of spring
Not in Southern California
California means “Hot Oven” in Spanish
What an appropriate name
for a place that has no seasons
Where it can be 95 degrees in December
and 60 degrees [...]
Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: April 28, 2008
What a difference from last Sunday, she thinks
As she breathes in the heavy air of the evening sky
Even though the clouds have finally lifted
the air remains heavy, weighted with nature’s garbage
She wonders how people survived in this place before air conditioning was invented
They must have been cold blooded or thick skinned, she decides
But then her [...]
Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: February 29, 2008
This is the question that people often ask after I’ve read my poetry aloud to them. The truth is that I get ideas from many areas of my life: people I meet, places I go, the weather, events, moods, what I read and countless other sources.
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