Laundry Overload

Work of Phyllis Galembo

Work of Phyllis Galembo

I’m not the clothes I fold on my bed each day
I’m not a sock monkey on display;
knit scarves don’t bind me
or hide the scars you see.

In my expression, a desperate sigh
is buried in wrinkled sheets, sigh,
sometimes masked
washing directions ignored as I rush through tasks–

baskets of soiled whites, not to mention
the brights’ wear and tear, fading attention.
A never-ending cycle, this life as a mother
imperfect at that, but for me there’s no other.


Prompt inspiration: dVersePoets~The Photography of Phyllis Galembo


Filed under dVerse Poetry, laurie kolp poetry

Choosing Coffee

Free samples
at the grocery store–
chunks of cheese,
Pepper Jack and Cheddar
served with store-brand crackers
favoring Ritz, but with a flavor
not the same. I pass the wine
where all the people gather
like underage teenagers
begging for a sip…

and I recall years ago
during a mother-daughter weekend,
the two of us dining in San Antonio’s finest.
You ordered Chardonnay,
said one glass would be okay
even though it never was…

Thank you, Jesus!
I push the grocery cart full-speed ahead
until I reach the coffee aisle
and choose robust for once.


Prompt Inspiration: dVersePoets~ Emotion in Poetry


Filed under Alcohol/drug abuse, dVerse Poetry, Gratitude, laurie kolp poetry, Life and Death, Meditative poetry

Is This Normal?

I wonder if you’re in heaven now
sending waves of warmth
to ease my shivering
so that with time
I might move on

but I worry you’re not there,
instead, amid a pack of wolves
who growl at you in rows of thorny shrubs
until the root of your mistakes might burst
and mending might occur.

Why do I feel this way?
Why do I worry about your soul
as if a plan to bring you back,
watch you burst through the back door
and say you’d like to heal my wounds
would make it any different?


Poetry inspiration:

The Sunday Whirl: root, plan, pack, heaven, growl, heal, burst, rows, shivering, mending, why, time


Filed under dVerse Poetry, Faith, laurie kolp poetry, Life and Death, OpenLinkNight

Eternal Spring

Birds by Sunita Khedekar Paintings

The morning of your death I heard
the distinct chirp of cardinals
for the first time in months,
a few days prior I’d watched
blackbirds flood your backyard.

Winter had been harsh,
its onset late October synonymous
with your onset of demise
and through the holidays a bitter chill
like a corkscrew ripped through ribs to heart,
the part of you in me that felt your pain,
sympathetic in its squeaks and pecks.

Now that you’re gone,
free from all your agony,
color’s slowly coming back to me,
I see rebirth blooming buds before my eyes,
I hear the birds rejoice eternal spring.


Prompt Inspiration: dVerse Poetics~ Color Me Spring w/ Grace… artwork of the very talented Sunita Khedekar


Filed under dVerse Poetry, laurie kolp poetry


reaching out
my hands are met with cold steel
instead of your embrace,
March winds shiver
through my bones
and I can’t stop my legs
from trembling

whispers, tiptoe steps
from mushy grass to
something artificial
on the ground
something flapping
in the air
something about
the way I still smell you


Prompt Inspiration: dVersePoets Meeting the Bar~ The Blind Poet & We Write Poems~ Measured Loss

For those who don’t know, my mom passed away Friday, March 7. We buried her yesterday. At least she’s at peace now.


Filed under dVerse Poetry, laurie kolp poetry, Meeting the Bar

MoUrning Sickness

my heart aches
I’ve come to you three times a day since October
spending nights tending to your needs
sitting by your side and holding your hand
supporting you

but a virus has kept me away from you for days
and my heart aches

last night I cried
thinking how much we want our mothers when we’re sick

I recalled the time I drove home for Thanksgiving
and the flu hit me on the three-hour trip
you sent me up to bed and tucked me in
until I could go to the doctor after the holiday
that Friday I put my head on your shoulder
while sitting what seemed like forever in the waiting room
amid all the dozens of others who had the flu

you supported me like only mothers can
you said it would be okay, and I knew it would

last night I cried
thinking about how Valentine’s Day came and went
without your usual card
it hit me, really hit me that there wouldn’t be
anymore cards sent through the mail
even though we live mere miles apart

this is really happening
I’m going to miss you, Mom


Linking to dVerse OLN
First my middle child came down with the tummy bug and then it hit me Sunday night. To make matters worse, my husband’s been out of town. Thankfully things seem better today.


Filed under dVerse Poetry, Family, laurie kolp poetry, Life and Death, OpenLinkNight

A Midnight Surprise

whose Valentine party
tricks a virus
into thinking
too much chocolate
might be the cause
of midnight vomiting,
only later to coax
one’s frame of mind
into believing brave
acts of love might
court the body,
fail safe sex 101
while waging less
support for nausea


Poetry inspiration:
dVerse Poetics: Coming Off the Sugar High (A not-so-traditional Valentine)
The Sunday Whirl 148~ safe, support, virus, party, fail court,
frame, later, mind, tricks, brave, wages


Filed under dVerse Poetry, Family, laurie kolp poetry, Poetics, The Sunday Whirl