Thursday, September 2, 2010

Scrapbook Page, Sort Of

I shared this poem over at MMW and also at ANWA and blogged about how I might not be great at scrapbooking, but I do capture the little moments in life with words. I'm posting it here, too, because I just now noticed that I haven't had a post on this blog in almost a month. Sheesh. What have I been doing? Who knows. Reading books, driving kids to school & the orthodontist and reading more books. I think my writing schedule (and I use that word in the loosest sense) - might resume after Labor Day. Thanks for stopping by

Storm Watchers

We sat on the lattice-back patio chair
You and I
To watch a storm
Because in the desert, rain is a spectator sport
Water spattered on the rocks
Tapping rhythms
You sang the alphabet song
Somewhere around H-I-J-K
The thunder clapped directly above our heads
Like you had the fast-moving gray clouds for an audience
Your eyebrows snapped up like rubber bands
“What was that?” Your shock sent up a hand to cover your mouth.
“Thunder.” I explain.
You still scanned the yard and the soggy grass
Looking for a culprit
A gust of wind pushed the rain horizontal
And I knew our moment on the edge of the storm was over.
You clung to me with your four-year-old arms and legs as we scrambled inside.
We stood behind the glass door,
Watched our dusty patio chair get drenched
And laughed.


Happily Cheesy said...

Very nice. I'll definitely second the scrapbooking through words. =)

healthinfo said...

I just love that poem. You can add it to the wonderful book of classic poetry entitled "Some poems my sister really likes" Write On :)

Rondi said...

don't feel bad about not're really great at poetry, we all have our talents. i'm not that great at poetry, but love to scrapbook. we all leave our mark for our descendants in different ways. yours will be so proud of you!

Peggy Urry said...

Love your poems and the Arizona monsoons!

Tristi Pinkston said...

I really liked that.


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