Thursday, July 30, 2015

Disaster Preparedness

That the gentle hours
we spend together
they are preparation
for your absence.
That every time you
treat me to silence
you test me for endurance,
it never gets any easier.
This I remember:
your every laughter.
Because of you
my days are better.
This I forget:
that the gentle hours
we spend together
they are preparation
for your absence.

Monday, July 27, 2015

Losing hope

I lie about my scar.
Had I gotten it for being brave
rather than stupid,

had I repeated courage
a thousand times
instead of weakness.

We pretend to
read each other well.
He looks at me

once every six months.
I live a little. Die a little.
Lose words.

I replace pain with silence.
Respond separation
with unconditional love.

But my heart is so tired.


(I am so tired.)

Sunday, July 12, 2015

This poet


This poet is also an EFL teacher, who is taking CELTA this month and thinking about those beautiful days in a not so distant past, when she was in love with a man who did not deserve it, but caused words to come to her so easily and poetry existed because it was only natural.

This poet only got seventeen hours of sleep last week because CELTA lesson plans are huge and demand a lot of time and thinking.

This month, this poet, who has been trying to be a wonderful poet, is only trying to be a wonderful teacher and survive CELTA to be able to tell you the story, and come back to "poeting", because this poet is always in love with something, if not someone.