Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: December 21, 2009
May you be remembered as a year of many faces The gloomy one as the new year tolled The excited one as summer began The happy one as fall rolled in The realistic one as winter began And I can only wonder what faces you will show in the year [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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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