I've been writing more poetry since I got pregnant. I haven't suddenly become more abstract or sentimental, but I do have less time. So . . . novel writing has become short moments while feeding the baby or while he's napping, and brainstorming has turned to verse.
Here are a few that I've been working on recently. There is music that accompanies the lullaby--ask Randy and he'll sing it for you. That being said, I may have to tweak some of the verse to make the music fit. The last selection is something I actually wrote a while ago in a poetry class, but I ran across it the other day and it made me smile. Feel free to add any (constructive) criticism, as I am not part of any writing groups at the moment and could use any feedback available. (That means you, Krystal!)
Bavarian Winter
Looking back now
I see two people standing there
holding hands in the rain.
It's hard to know now
whether we were coming, going
meeting once more to try again
or parting
I only remember a vague uneasiness
a chill in the street lamp, settling over
the pavement and me and you--
But your hands were warm
like the last long evenings of summer
or the times when we laughed
over all the stupid games we played
in the kitchen, over steaming pots
and pasta
I don't remember how or when
things changed
Just the seasons of wind and ice
and too late springs
the long lazy summers apart
but still we waited.
Holding hands on other streets
in other mists
Your hands warming mine
Laughter caught in the damp air
around our faces
Wesley's Song
hands so small
eyes so bright
you hold my heart
as I hold you tight
I would protect you
from every harm
cuddle you close
through every storm
So sleep my love, till
with the dawn above
the sun will shine through
the warmth of my love
Small awkward smiles
rain down on me
The sweetest rewards
are given for free
Darkness will come
but you need not fear
I will be there
to dry every tear
So sleep my love, till
with the dawn above
the sun will shine through
the warmth of my love
My Sexy Little German Man
"Bring a little German home with you,"
He said, with a wry smile
And eyes that laughed at his own jest
The over-used joke between us was not so funny
Anymore, but merely one more way to say
I love you.
I pictured comical hats and lederhosen
On a miniature man
Waiting on some cobblestone boulevard
Hip jutted out, eyes scanning the street
Like some elfin hooker, looking for a date
With me.
When I came home that night, I forgot
To bring the German--
What I brought instead was half-Italian,
One quarter Irish, an eighth French
And all mine.
2 comments:
It makes me want to hear the tunes!
Alicia
Oh where to start? First off I haven't seen you in FOREVER. We must remedy this.
As to the poetry. I think your motherhood has made you a bit more sentimental, but you are using this is a productive, beautiful way.
Bavarian Winter-
I love this poem. Everything about it is like a memory. It is reminiscent but does not dwell, it is bittersweet, hopeful, open ended. It made me feel it all--warmth, winter, the pressure from a lovers hand, the separation, the reunion. This is good. REALLY good.
Wesley's Song-
Of course this is where the sentimentality really comes out. It’s hard not to, I am sure, when you are talking about your own child. I never felt like it was too much though, which is why I don't think it's cheesy. It may be sweet, but it is not to sugary. I think it perfectly encapsulates a mother’s unconditional love.
My Sexy Little German Man-
This poem was hard for me to connect with. The subject seemed to be some inside joke that the reader is not allowed in on. Very vivid imagery… and the "efin hooker" was pretty dang comedic. But overall I felt something was missing.
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