white bamboo sheets

just as i have shared a couple other poems throughout the year this week i decided that it was time for another! partly because i have gotten to the point where all i want to do is snuggle up in bed as winter is here. well, not according to the calendar here, but in my book it is. the leaves on the trees have already fallen to the ground while the days are shorter and colder. oh and we can’t forget about the fact that last night was the first snowfall and although it wasn’t much in alaska terms it counts. the other part of why i decided a poem was the way to go was because it has been a long year and coming up with weekly posts is no easy task, but with seeing some recent poetry while scrolling through instagram i thought why not try to challenge myself and write a piece. so here it goes:

november 18, 2020

abruptly i wake to the ringing of my alarm that sits across the room waiting to be picked up and turned off, but for a few seconds i don’t move from my position, cocooned between my white bamboo sheets. it’s dark and oh how would i love to sleep even for a few minutes more. disrupted by the noise with the ring, ring, ring that bellows from the speaker sleep is but a memory.

i get up, walk over, turn the alarm off, then yank it from the charger and head back to bed. 5 more minutes. then 10. it’s so warm and peaceful here in my room, while outside turns from fall to winter. a thin layer of snow coats the ground, like powdered sugar on a donut. it’s so gentle. so inviting. oh how my inner child wants there to be more. enough to build snowman and sled and have snow days again.

yet, i still am reminded of the piercing chill that seeps into my bones the moment i step outside as i head to work. even so, i get up again, head to the window where i pull the blinds. still dark.

and so slowly heading to the bathroom. sleep still in my eyes as they adjust to the bright light

i think

oh winter

my friend or foe?

how beautiful and daunting you are

a.l

i am the sun

the other day, while listening to a podcast i got inspired to write this lil poem. the sun has always been something i have been drawn to. for warmth, for light, for positively. even sophomore year of college when friends where speaking of getting tattoos i thought to myself if i were to ever get one what would it be. wanting a meaning behind it i thought about a lil sun! what a perfect reminder of all things positive. i really wish i had the message i typed to my friends about the reasons why i would choose a sun, but the podcast brought me back to those days thinking of tattoos and why the sun is a great representation of all things good. she is beautiful.

i am the sun

who is your role model? they ask

which celebrity do you look up to?

but out of all the stars in and under the sky

it’s the sun who speaks to me

her warmth is comforting

her light is hers

truly nobody else shines as bright as she

for her light is the brightest of them all

she is hers

unique in nature

helping others grow beside her

a ball of energy

sustaining life for all

and no matter how down she gets she always comes back up

day after day

she is an essence of positivity

and it is her

her, i want to be like her.

a.l

honey, sunshine, and you

i decided to try a lil something different for this week to actually keep the blog short and sweet since my previous blog ended up being longer than intended. this week i figured i would have another go at poetry. back in elementary i loved writing poetry. it was my favorite way to write and i remember sitting with a pencil in hand and my colorful paged notebook jotting poem after poem. unfortunately it has been quite awhile since i have sat down to write a poem so here it goes.

honey, sunshine, and you

she learned that the storm is beautiful

that the rain waters the wounds

and that like flowers she too is bound to bloom

thus she dances in it

sweetened by honey that pour through her veins

she is painted yellow

as if the sun beams from her bones

and you,

you still find a way to brighten her,

to set her soul on fire

you.

you are the moon,

the balance in the atmosphere she needs.

a.l