Rested, yet still feeling lethargic

I came back from a trip with the hubby this weekend. It was mostly boring, but boring can be just the right thing for someone that is a bit run down by life's burdens. I'm not saying that the trip was terrible, it just was...peaceful. It's fine, really. It helped me recharge my batteries a bit and, unfortunately, prepare me for the grind of the workplace. I go back to my little hell tomorrow. Oh goody! I was told that they're cutting hours, as well. Terrific! So then, I do have some poems that I'll be releasing from the head in the next few days...hopefully. I just wanted to let the minute group of people in cyberspace who read me know that their favorite brunette is back and ready for action. Um, of some sort. Yes, you know you love me.

Too much pressure

I find that the challenge of writing a poem a day during this month, which happens to be National Poetry Month if you didn't know, is a bit too much pressure for me. Of course, when left alone with the thoughts in my head, a lot will come out. However, today I've been quite the lazy girl, having an extra day off from work for some reason. I can only be so domestic for so long before I just drop into a chair and say "Screw it". So anyway, I don't really have anything right now. The wheels are turning in my puny head, but I don't know what it will release and when and if it'll be any good. I have, however, found an interesting little website called Goodreads that you can post your writing on. It also acts as a library of sorts for your book collection. You can build lists of books, rate and review them and even add books that are not in their database. It is quite addictive. So anyway, I guess that's it for now. I'm going to go back to being lazy now. I really do feel like I could sleep the rest of this day away.

One for today

Upon reflection of her current status

I don't know if I will find out
what 40 feels like
but 30 will probably feel much like 28 does now

It mostly feels like tired
it feels like an empty dish sitting
on a crumb crusted counter
that I'm simply too unmotivated to wipe down

28 feels like I've waited too long to matter
like these idiotic flowers that start to bloom
in the middle of March
unaware that it is not 70 degrees yet
they will wither too soon in the season
and will be stripped of their vibrancy

28 is no longer idealistic and laden with
causes and fights against 'the man'
it is about getting by on less than
10 dollars per hour
brief hugs at the front door that never linger
and the crushing reality
of a comfortable marriage

Zygote In My Coffee, you rock my ass off.

After being sick for so long, I just gave up on being motivated to do anything. It was bad enough to have to go back to work so quickly, but I really didn't want to do much of anything, let alone check my e-mail. So, it was a wonderful, stupendous, exciting thing to find that Zygote In My Coffee, a wonderfully eclectic and off beat poetry journal, has decided to take my poem You Are Here for their next issue at the end of April!! Ah...so lovely. You've made this girl's night. Her tomorrow and the rest of her week. Thank you thank you! Tomorrow, more poems. I hope.