PAD#11-Love

I write Love on my wrist
mingling with
my blue veins
which I can trace to my heart
over my goose bumped skin
from the cold breeze
bumbling across my ankles
and the hot breath
on my collar bone
ink stained fingers
and love fading on my wing
but not on the one place it always stays
like the place
mama said would inflate when I saw you
and you baptized me with your wandering laughter

PAD#10-found poems and an explanation

Hi Flyreaders,
sorry I have been so M.I.A and a horrible poet of the day
I went to a wedding last weekend so I was out of town for a few days,
then I had to catch up with school and never really jumped back on the blogging bus.
But don't worry- the poem a day endeavor will continue after april, I plan on it until I have a solid 30 poems or so.

Today I attended a class where my teacher told us about "found poems"
It's basically a tecnique where you look through random pieces of writing, find words and phrases that are poetic, and string them together into a found poem. I was very intrigued and I decided to write one myself.
So here is a very short but I personally think very fluent found poem:


the moment of inertia
divided by the normal
to determine the stress in the extreme
by dividing the bending moment

I have a challenge for all of you:
Try to guess what or what kind of book or piece I found this in.
You might be surprised.
I also challenge you to write your very own found poem.
They are absolutely fantastic past-times.
Love
flywriter

also, keep an eye out for more poetry coming soon!

PAD#9- weather

seagulls venture into the blazing wind
flags mangled
bridges faded in the distance
tourists on the boats are welcomed
into the unfortunate weather
April showers
brings may showers
brings june showers here
window wipers doing a tango across
the vision through the fogged up windshield
construction workers
and brave joggers
face the dreary sky
but I
like windows.

Apologies!

I'm so sorry I haven't gotten around to doing my last couple of PAD's. I've been super busy with babysitting, appointments, school, and other of lifes demands.
Luckily I'm back on and I will try to make up for the lost days. Thank you for being patient!
Flywriter

PAD#8-the fence

the brown wood fence outside the dining room window
the one I protested so hard NOT to have
is now it's own microcosm
an interstate 5 for the squirrels
a perfect way to get to the neighbors bird feeder for the chickadees and robins
a nice watch post for the neighborhood cats
and a net for my daydreams as I stare at the quiet commotion
when the leaves rustle I glance
just to see two little squirrels
race across the post and disappear
into the hidden hole that I can see ever so slightly in the camellia tree
and my dog's a little too late
and he wonders
what they would taste like if his wolf instincts would've gone a little further
but now I must go
as I just saw a branch move.

PAD#7-childhood is

Childhood is bent CandyLand cards under sticky fingered grasps
and mac 'n cheese from a box
Childhood is the fort that is a rocket ship, a house, a bed, and a cradle for the fragile imagination that birthed the blanket draped over the back of the couch
Childhood is that never ending ride on a swingset, and under-dogs from the gust of ego boosting wind when you get praise
Childhood is cheerios glued onto paper for the kindergarten class
the one your mother told you belonged in the MOMA
Childhood is knees bruised and nail polished chipped, hair tangled and grandma's harsh but loving words
Childhood is the pink puffy coat that you longed for as your parents tugged you through Macy's, offering you piggy back rides when your pink shod feet got sore
Childhood is playdates and best friends glued at the hip "forever"
Childhood was so innocent and pure
something less cherished and more lived
childhood,
something longed for and forgotten

PAD#6-#6 a haiku

it's non-existent
Polar bear in a snowstorm
lacking of my thoughts

sorry for the day that was lost, I got caught up and forgot about thinking
and writing.

PAD#5-seattle

coats wet and soggy
coffee in hand
bicycle lanes
grey on grey on grey
courtesy wave
green scenery
blue water
pink mountains at sunset
purple mountains at dusk
eccentric characters
local art
rain boots the trend of eternity

PAD#4-short and sweet

cold and sweet and oh so merry
my two best friends, ben and jerry
9:30 stop to quick mart
get some ice cream for the heart
spoon in pint and sticky fingers
the mint chocolate taste loves to linger
it may be bad but there's no guilt
don't tell mama I just spilt!

PAD#3-trolley

The air here is still
charged with energy,
yet still.
like
potential energy as science class taught
rubber band pulled back, not released
yet.
the lake glistens
cars buzz by
and I
eagle in my high nest
discover the world to watch
The ants unknowingly carry their crumbs
as the purple beast chugs into the platform
the ants scramble to ride before they
are left
back
forgotten
because they are just ants
all they will ever be

PAD#2-50th post

girl.
cartoon lightbulb over head.
idea.
thought
talk.
agree
click.
type.
BANG!
webpage.
beginning
of
a creative
smorgsbord
for
one
small
idea
writing
furiously
lagging
writing
again
2 years later
6 subscribers
for
1 idea
1 cartoon lightbulb over head
1 girl.
1 writer.
thank you for sticking with me
I love you all

PAD #1-

her little eyes
pour into mine
her feet fluttering against my knees
her mouth
tightly around her thumb
as she fingers
her monkey girrafe
or as she says momogaff
shes quiet as a mouse
but she's saying so many things
engulfed in a cloud
of white comforter
she shifts
sucks
blinks
tucks
her feet under my thighs
and turns away
her deep rythmic breathing
and the soft bridge of her nose
that relaxes
into
nod




As promised this is the first poem of my poem a day for April!
This one is dedicated to a young girl I babysit,A.
~flywriter13