NaMoWriPo #28: I was going to try for a few more poems tonight, but I just want to stop here as I'm outta gas. The next poem I publish here I'll work on it first not one of these quick takes.
I was listening to my son doing his nightly routine thinking about how his days are shaped by his “little marches”. He has done this type of comfort or need to walk/run for many years. He started doing it sometime once he started going to school and it has expanded over the years. The noises are comforting and communicate for him his mood and it is just his daily song. I love hearing him! Sometimes I do not hear it and I’ll be on the phone and someone will ask me about what the noise is and I’ll say, “Oh, that’s just my son. He’s happy.”
Spectrum Exercise
Your heavy
footfalls on wooden floors
One, two,
three, fourHe and I on a happy day a year ago!
Often a
march or romp
This you
do in the mornings
A slow
slide across the floor
Mid-morning
a bounce
That gets
you out the door
To return
in the afternoon
Up and
down like a rushing wave
From your
domicile to the living room
Round the
kitchen and back
Cackling
with giggles at invisible companions
Or a
secret phrase or thought
It comes
not in ones but twos
Threes or
more
Stomping
it out on the floor
Dancing wildly
while laughing
In the
evening it is time to pace
A race
of words coming
Politics,
weather is your tether
Your chase
of thoughts
That swing
round and round
As the
ball is trapped 'round the pole
And words
have run out
The soldier’s
step
Returns and
you are
Grunting
and groaning
A gleeful
tune
That is
all your own
With song
embedded
As sighs
and slides of scales
Crooning loudly, fitting you together
filling in the cracks
that have formed as you dealt
with more than you thought you could or should
A
putting away of the day
Contented
to be at home
Headed
to the winddown
You shut
the door
Until tomorrow’s exercise resumes