March is a sovereign
As she blows her winds, trees bend
Reluctant to leave
Childly clinging to her reign
Happily Spring rains on her
April 1, 2023
for "March into April Tankacrostic Poetry Contest"
by Andrea Dietrich
Twinkling through the traumas of thoughtful life
I feel like a child wishing that mother's meeting
BAG and biscuits will only be mine
And as my hollow portion.
Yet my small mind's eye rejects wishfully
My siblings presence aiming to drag all
And run away while my fear for cane pull me
Back to calmness as desire and hunger becomes
My rivalry So i wished again i had become
A teenager but no gravity of hope
Could boost my growth nor the fertilizers of Imagination can change my height
As i sit duly in childly assumptions
Beside my mother to learn togetherness
Of family habits With her usual sayings of together we build but united we stand as an ant hill of time....
Life is hard you see,
To get it out of my head is freeing to me.
This is my plea.
I struggle on a day to day,
To find the right words to say,
To make my point or just get something across,
It seems so simple though at times I'm at a loss.
I'm in my own head and I can't get free,
It's easy for you and hard for me.
I put pen to paper or fingers to phone,
Somehow it feels as if I'm not alone.
I'm not alone in my thoughts that wonder so wildly,
I'm 28 and feel so childly.
Anxiety makes it hard to speak,
Though with words I hit my peak.
The peak of my intelligence and my own true mind,
Why when speaking aloud is it so hard to find,
The word I need to get my thoughts out,
I'll figure it out one day with out a doubt.
Until then I'll set alone in the dark,
Me and my pen a thought shall spark.
Childly
Nature
Usually lost
Lavishly
Into her daydreams
Occupied by extreme unfledged guesses
That turns out with no results, she exclaims…
She is alike the princesses nascence from the garden of eden
Beautiful she is, felo-de-se her appeal – selfsame garrulous, bewrayed ofttimes by her
most heartfelts.
Yet she dances all through the way – lives with eternal sentiments that she copes with her
tears all alone and alone.