Posted in October 2019, Rhyme, Syllabic Verse

“Homeless—Single Mom”

Cardboard sign saying “Homeless—Single Mom”

Two little girls cry out in the night

“Mommy!” they say to no one in sight

A blanket of fear holds them tight

As strangers tell them “It’ll be alright”

Sitting on concrete at the light

Her youthful trembling hands of white

Hold up a sign stating her plight

Holding back tears with all her might

Twin girl’s Mom won’t give up the fight

To make their future bright

Rhyme

10 lines—each line 8 syllables—Rhyme

For the creative writing class I am currently taking I tried to rewrite my original Tanka written on September 4, 2019, into a 10 line poem using the line “sitting on concrete” while also using parts of the lines “thin white hands” and “two little girls” in some way.

This poem is what I came up with after quite some deliberation.

Posted in September 2019, Shadorma

Walking Uphill

Stairs, step by step, walking upward

Step by step

You will make it soon

Fortitude

Certitude

Determined steps always

Keep moving forward

Shadorma

This poem is based on an experience I had this summer where I faced a block walk up a steep hill, i had already walked nearly 4 miles, it was a hot day, I had no water with me, there was no place to stop and rest. I was tempted to quit, turn around, give up, but I didn’t and I am glad. It was difficult but I made it, slowly, one step at a time. And, as I look back now that was one of my best days, as I felt I had accomplished something that at the time seemed impossible.

Sometimes life is that way. Sometimes we want to just quit, give up, stop caring, stop trying, for just getting through the day seems like we are walking up a steep hill, with no place to stop and take a break, no refreshment or reprieve in sight, but if we keep moving forward, slowly, we will make it—one step at a time.

Never. Ever. Give Up.