Last night I attended a poetry workshop on writing love poems– it’s focus was on writing love poems that aren’t grandiose, sappy, saccharine, etc. It was a fun conversation with some fellow women whose wordsmithing impressed and inspired me. I imagine I’ll keep playing with the piece I started during the workshop, but for now,…
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I tend to this guiltThat gnaws at my heelsNo matter the shoes I wearOr the role I play that day I carry this guiltLike a babyToo heavy for its sling When I choose to spend my daysIn the service of children Who aren’t you And I hear myself tell other parentsHow quality time with their children Is…
I don’t want anotherI just want youAll over again I’ve never felt such longingFor a past lifeGone so soon They say, In the blink of an eyeSo I cover mine–No luck Except the Unbelievable luckOf beingYour mom
Play. The practice of it oftentimes abandoned past childhoodBut its importance steadfast Do adults forget how to play?Or do we convince ourselvesIt’s no longer somethingWe need, want, or have time for Playing for children looks likeImagination and make believeBeing immersed in nature or artPlay is being in flow For children, play is being both light…
I’ve let myself go To bed earlier than ever beforeTo the gymOnly to sit in the parking lot with a coffeeAnd a sigh I’ve let myself go Back to workForward into a new realityBoldly into each dayEven when I’d rather stayIn bed I’ve let myself go To the park when it’s rainingTo the merry-go-round that’s…
Racing thoughts, running wildWhere could they be going?It doesn’t matter, screams the lead to the lineWe’ll know when we get there, in time Circling and charging, day after dayTo them, a gameTo me, only pain Shhhh, I whisper Unsure if I’m comforting or chastisingPlease, pull overWe need rest Sideline sitting feels taxing, tooThe engines in…
The Other Courtney 