Crunchy Cursive » Poetry

Rain by Shel Silverstein

Leanne — Tue, 06 Jul 2010 16:39:22 +0000

I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can’t do a handstand–
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said–
I’m just not the same since there’s rain in my head.

[It's not actually raining here today, but it might as well be]

The children I mother today

Leanne — Sun, 09 May 2010 12:00:48 +0000

Sweet Poppy and tiny Bean,

My heartbeat flying in the world.

A sun and a moon,

You two are my Pearls.

A toddler underfoot and

A baby in the nest.

Two tiny charms,

A lace around my neck.

Mama loves you more than words,

I love to hold you close.

I love your hands, your feet, your smile,

You are the joy of my heart.

Stop, time

Leanne — Thu, 14 Jan 2010 03:46:08 +0000

{Sometimes the days are as long as marathons}

{Sometimes the afternoons drag on page by page like a boring book}

{Sometimes I watch the clock and will the hands to move with speed}

{But then – but then – the seconds of her life fly by me}

{Before I know it, she is Growing Up}

Sick baby

Leanne — Wed, 14 Oct 2009 13:31:00 +0000

snot covered baby

sniffles and sneezes and coughs

daddy, make us soup

Eight months

Leanne — Wed, 07 Oct 2009 12:00:33 +0000

A joy

A beauty

A light

A genius

A blossom

A psyche

A friend

A spark, a star, a vision.

Five haikus

Leanne — Tue, 06 Oct 2009 01:12:09 +0000

need a money tree

with crisp leaves of fruitful green

and showers of cash

i’d travel so far

seeing family and country

with my boy and babe

need a money tree

to bring home all the children

trying to get home

without a mere dime

things will get better with time

not a money tree

hand in hand with you

across waters of deep blue

paying bills with dreams

A post-vacation haiku

Leanne — Wed, 09 Sep 2009 00:54:29 +0000

Home again at last

Up to here in gross laundry

Will post something soon

[Check out my Flickr page for photos]

Haiku

Leanne — Wed, 08 Jul 2009 17:13:01 +0000

bills not paid this month,

freshman sweatpants are now Vogue -

slim budget, fat babe

Another poem, scratched on a brown envelope

Leanne — Sun, 17 May 2009 18:27:28 +0000

Jump, said She

How high? said He

The sky, said She

That’s alright with me

Up, said the Girl

To the top of the world

You can look up at me

That’s okay, said He

Some words on the female rat race.

Leanne — Sun, 17 May 2009 15:37:32 +0000

I’m not trying to be anything for you these days.

The sweetness that stings.

The organic bon ton. Crafting to glory.

The kind, hip soul. Harmonious rocker chic.

I’m not giving off what I’m not taking in.

Just letting it all hang out. And in.

I can be soft spoken, in a crass sort of way.

Common and yokelish.

I’d rather admit defeat and ride the tonic crests as they come.

In the end, you can win.