National Poetry Month – Day 5

April 5 – I’ve decided to take a break from the prompts by @IndelibleInkWriters on Instagram today and do my own thing. Still a poem, however! I hope you enjoy.

You

I wonder what Your laugh is like.

Does it ripple like the sea?

Is it warm and soft like a teddy bear…

Would it make all my darkness flee?

Do Your eyes dance like wildflowers

When a breeze begins to blow?

Would they melt away my sadness

As the sun melts the winter snow?

Does Your smile play across Your lips

Like hummingbird wings flutter…

Or does it glide smoothly on,

As a seal would through the water?

Would Your arms be safe and loving,

As gentle as a breeze upon my face?

Are they a firm and unfailing shelter

…Like a cave’s alluring embrace?

Does Your love paint the sunset,

As it spreads quickly across the sky?

Is it the reason you made mountains,

Whose beauty makes me sigh?

And do I glimpse Your power

In a storm that cracks with lightening?

Does it rebuke as would the thunder,

With a voice deep and frightening?

And yet…Is it Your gentle spirit I feel

As I hold a newborn babe to my chest?

Did You give me such a picture

Of how that Spirit can bring me rest?

And does Your peace grow as beautifully

As the morning glories I so adore?

Is it like the calmness that settles into

My soul as I witness the ocean’s roar?

Does Your faithfulness stretch as far

As the universe seems to do?

Is that why my every question

Just leads me back to You?

– B. Biter

National Poetry Month – Day 4

April 4 – Prompt: “Your favorite body part on yourself”

My Eyes

“Two small pools of the lightest blue,

Show the world a most gentle hue,

And reflect the best of what they see –

To them, your potential isn’t some mystery.

And yet, to some, they are cold as ice

As if I wouldn’t have to think twice

If you should cross me or hurt my kin,

They would never again let you in.

But if you can be gentle with your strength

You’ll find there is no end to the length

Of what they allow you to see inside –

The soul no longer something they wish to hide.

They have watched as things change,

And seen how one can rearrange,

Yet hold on to what remains most true

To the bits and pieces of what makes you – you.

And should I never see through them again,

I’ll carry the lessons learned deep within

As I remember those beautiful blues

And share a sould fulfilled that one cannot lose.

– B. Biter 2019

National Poetry Month – Day 3

April 3 – Prompt: “Write the words you’ve always wanted to say to him/her, but never did.” No sentence limit, etc

For my Boys

“I do it for you, my dear hearts

Open up wounds so they can become scars.

Healing within myself to make a frest start,

And refusing to pass down the curse.

I’ve said all I can think of to say

To the ones who are old enough to hear,

But I’d like to tell you boys one day,

That you can always rewrite a verse.”

National Poetry Month – Day 1

This month is National Poetry Month, and I’m following along with @indelibleinkwriters on Instagram as they share prompts for each day’s writing. I’m hoping it pushes me out of my comfort zone and gets me back into putting my thoughts down on paper. You’re welcome to join in the fun! The hashtags being used are #indelibleinkwriters and #nationalpoetrymonth, and I’d love to read your own poems.

April 1 –

Prompt – “How do you feel about your life right now?” and we were asked to write three rhyming sentences. The following is my entry for the day.

A time of new growth, creating space,

where each soul who enters feels a warm embrace,

acceptance and rebirth begin to interlace.

– B. Biter

For The Love of Trees

Today, I impulsively bought a bonsai tree with Bubby from a delightful Japanese woman. I saw her and her creepy white van parked in a random lot on the way home. It was lined with shelves of tiny, adorable trees. The greenery and her beaming smile made it less intimidating, and we were drawn in. (That’s how people die, ya know. Lured by the promise of innocent, little treasures to windowless vans against their better judgement. And I took my KID!)

Speaking of, the worst thing that happened to us was Bubby lightly hitting his head on one of the shelves and earning the sympathy of our gracious host, who had no idea I briefly thought she just might snatch us up in her creep-mobile. She quickly apologized and comforted him by giving him a tiny ceramic frog – even though he wasn’t crying at all. He’s just a charmer!

Anyway, we adopted a juniper bonsai tree. Junie is two years old, and we can already see lots of new growth! She was well-cared for before coming into our home, and we were supplied with all the nutrients she will need for a year. We learned how to steer her in the right direction, what kind of pot she will do best in as she grows, and how to meet her needs for sunlight. Also – we somehow ended up with a ceramic Japanese fisherman, and he sits in the comfortable shade of Junie’s branches. He still needs a name. (Bubby just calls him Tiny. It *may* stick.)

…Wait a minute. I think we’ve already lost the frog…

Here and Now

My Boys 

I once had a career in the exciting field of public safety as a 911 operator/dispatcher. It was a chaotic, stressful, unbelievably demanding career that absolutely thrilled me! Every time I went to work, put that headset on, and answered the call, I knew that I was born for it. The job was designed just for me, and I wanted to continue in the position for many years to come.

It wasn’t meant to be.

I miss the days of employment with “my” officers, working hard to get them information as quickly and efficiently as possible. I still have dreams (nightmares?) of answering phones, toning paramedics, and closing radio channels for emergency traffic. I still get irritated when a phone goes unanswered after two rings. I feel disappointment when I hear stories of pursuits that I couldn’t be a part of, although this might not be a sane reaction to such a thing. There are many days when I long to put on my headset again, listen to that slight white noise in between calls, try to manage bathroom breaks, and talk to people in their worst moments to see if I might be able to make their difficult times any better. To see if I might be a part of saving their day. To bear witness with them in their darkest moments, and let them know they aren’t alone.

But God has given me a new task.

I must admit, I haven’t been all that graceful about taking on the role of Homemaker. Coming from adrenaline-filled days full of mayhem to ones filled with dirty diapers, 1st grade homework, and snotty noses has been a huge transition for me. I’m no longer fighting off panic and disaster – I’m scaring away boredom and hunger pains. I haven’t done especially well with my own company. And although talking to oneself seems to be a natural side effect of dispatching, it has grown worse with “Mommy Brain.”

Now, with the routine of dishes to be done and laundry to be washed, with dinners to plan and soccer practices beginning, with an eight month old who wipes baby food or drools all over every item of clothing I put on him…I feel a familiar feeling.

These are MY boys. I will do anything to protect them. I will give up whatever is necessary to get them what they need. I will go without meals, hurry through bathroom breaks, work through all the emotions of the day – just to be sure they are cared for while they are with me. One day, I won’t have my baby boy to cuddle with or stare at while he sleeps. One day, my seven year old will stop blowing me kisses as he shuffles backwards from the car to the school door. One day, I will miss all of this boring routine.

One day, it will hit me just as hard as my last day of dispatching did. My boys will watch out for each other. They will keep each other as safe as possible. Even when I can’t be there to help. Especially when I can’t be.

But in the here and now, I will strive to do my best work. I will be present.

I will cherish every moment.