mood: 
uncomfortable
In honor of being married for a whole year (with no "oopsies" babies to boot!), I'm posting my favorite poem that I wrote during NaPoWriMo. I didn't post it to my writing blog because it felt a little too personal. But it's not too personal for the LiveJournals!!
Poem #17 – Blizzards
I dreamed about blizzards with you
that day in April, my dress
white as snow.
Spring came early that year
and sunlight spilled all over the floor
as I sat amongst piles of books
and I knew when they were all
on the shelves,
I would be home.
Dreaming of a tiny Christmas tree
in that same sunny window
Knowing the next time the snow fell
all my tea and blankets and cozy
would be yours, too.
Last week the branches cracked
beneath the weight of the ice
I stayed huddled up in the cold,
the light too gray to be cozy
making the bed and packing away sweaters
wishful thinking for another spring.
The world still subdued
beneath the oppression of cold
Last night I once again waited for snow
the disbelieving look you gave me
as you mopped up the mess in the bathroom.
“I'm not mad,” I promised,
but you retreated anyway,
disappearing into the garage,
the first time you ever shut me out
and when following you didn't help,
I shrank back into the house
The heater and the lights all on now
but somehow not warm enough.
We love now as if it never happened,
as if I never saw this new tear in the fabric of us.
It's a blip swallowed by hours
of laughter and kisses
pasta and Woodie Guthrie
and the way I went into the cold this morning
to try to make it right--
and the way you called me from work
to tell me to stay home, stay safe
because you love me and
you had a bad feeling about this all along.
Now I pull into the driveway,
the wind lashing at my windows,
stinging my cheeks as I open the door.
But I stand in the fury
for a moment
watching a fat squirrel
wiggle her tail impatiently
as she stuffs corn kernels into her mouth.
“It's spring, dammit,” she seems to say,
and God help me, I'm not going
back to sleep again.
- April 18, 2013
Source:
http://sedeara.livejournal.com/171089.html