Saturday, September 24, 2011

I bet you didn't know I was a poet!

Do you ever get so busy that you feel like you don't even have time to think?  That's been my life lately. 

As I sit here typing, there are toys strewn about my house, there is a load of wet laundry just waiting to grow mold in the washing machine, and there's a half gallon of milk that's been sitting out too many hours for it to be safe to drink any more. 

So, I'm going to share a poem I wrote several months ago.  I don't share my poetry's mostly a private enterprise.  But I like writing it.  Hopefully you like reading it.

Also, I should note that I am the kind of poet who only knows how to write one kind of poetry - the kind that rhymes.  I know there are other kinds, and I have nothing against them.  But I don't write them.  So, you'll have to put up with my obsessive need to rhyme.

Just after the baby falls asleep

I've never known a stillness
like the quiet in a mother's home
just after a baby falls asleep
and she finds herself alone.

Her ears still ring with the sound
of a baby's little hand
pounding on the coffee table
like the proudest drummer in a band.

Echoes of tiny giggles settle
like a dusting of snow on the ground,
and shouts from a mouth of toothless grins
fade to a new peace found.

The suddenness with which it comes
makes this quiet quite a shock:
as if the world forgot to spin,
and time stands still on the clock.    

It is in these moments of deafening silence
before my mind turns to laundry piled
that I worry most – and wonder most –
what this life will hold for you, child.


  1. 'The suddenness with which it comes
    makes this quiet quite a shock:'
    This is sooo true ... and then you spend a lot of time thinking what to do. By the time you look round they are up again and it starts all over. Thanks for sharing, poet.

  2. I didn't know you were a poet but now I do. This is some nicely written stuff, very well played, you should post more poetry.

  3. There is something magical about a sleeping baby!

    (I leave the milk out all the time. It drives my husband crazy.)

  4. You, my friend, rock! This was beautiful. And, just for the record, I happen to prefer poems that rhyme. :)

  5. OK. You totally nailed this...

    Sadly, though, my kids all talked and giggled in their sleep. Still do actually. So there's never any silence in my house.


  6. This is great.

    Is it on the same level as "Go the F to sleep?" Maybe. Get Sam Jackson to read your poem, and let's find out.

  7. Awwww, that was really sweet! I like, I like! :-)

  8. I'm glad you only write poems that rhyme because I'm never sure how to read one that doesn't. I always *try* to make it rhyme in my head and when it doesn't work out I get all annoyed. So YAY for rhyming poems! And this was a good one! So true! :-)

  9. loved this post!!!! had to share it with the twitter world :)

  10. Ahhhh that was really nice :) I also only know how to make poems that rhyme :P

  11. just found your blog, love your writing style! And the poem, so true!!