Adrianne

Voluntarism

It's one of those things,

it sounds good when ambition bites you,

And you look at an empty calendar,

Worried about staying home all the time.

Make plans,

Do good;

Volunteering as an activity

when it comes down to it;

another to do on the list,

altruism and organization

at its finest.

Phobia

Phobia poem

It's real, really,

a fear of fears,

When your mind is convinced

you are invincible,

and fear is a failure,

rather than cautionary;

phobophobia.

Wired

I'm on a tight rope,

Waiting to fall when I lean back

Or forward

Or sideways,

I'm wired on coffee

Wishing for the right answer

Without the angst.

If Only....

Imagined Life....

If I had chosen another,

I'd be in Carolina, wearing orange,

Gazing at a naked white strip

Where commitment used to be;

My mother would be in my living room

Everyday

Instead of a voice through the phone.

An innocent child world be wearing

Orange too,

Wondering why

Daddy ran off with an old girlfriend.

If Only...

If I'd only called,

Reached out,

Apologized and empathized,

When I was scared of my own

Weakness;

Maybe you wouldn't

Haunt my dreams.

Wires Crossed

Chewing through wire,

Intent on breaking in

And nesting amid soft pink snow;

High pitched squeals of indignant righteousness echo

As the bb pellets miss, barely;

The eviction of the squirrels.

Stay or Go?

A soft, pink bed beckons,

with little hands and arms reaching up,

Desperate for one more hug,

One more talk.

I reach down more often than not,

and stay,

Because she's my only,

And ignore the dire warnings

behind me.

Sometimes,

when sleep is overpowering me,

I go,

And also let go of the guilt

then, too.