Poems written by Charlotte

The Quit

The Quit long poem

‘Twas the month before Christmas, I was feeling quite pleased 16 days since I smoked, 16 days since I wheezed The ashtrays were stashed, my lighter long gone The cravings more tolerable, not nearly as strong I reminded myself. “don’t

Wanderlust

Wanderlust short poem

I truly love Canada always my home though if I could this planet I’d roam India fascinates me chaos and all China’s a mystery that long friggin’ wall Cuba’s resilient they keep trudging on more than paid for their sin

Once It Breaks

Once It Breaks short poem

once it breaks then mends again it’s never quite the same the wall goes up…uninviting less willing to play the game remain on guard don’t lose yourself don’t give it all away tread cautiously don’t assume be mindful what you

Nan

Nan short poem

your nan, your grama your whatever you called ‘er a soft place to fall if mom & dad hollered chores for a quarter, sleep-overs for fun love aplenty, wisdom a ton strong cementing, dependable fixture penchant for silliness stirred into

Menopause

Menopause short poem

I was warned of its fury I ignored all the hype Not one to worry I’m just not the type When that first hot flash hit There was no way of cooling I thought holy shit Those suckers weren’t fooling

A Breather

A Breather short poem

how to clear a cluttered mind it’s a mystery to me deep breath in relax unwind time to let it be pointless thoughts to be diffused inhabit precious space weary spirit battered, bruised forever on the chase a cluster of hows

Enough

Enough short poem

we all get there eventually our own line in the sand then its time to move on with your hat in your hand though not with regret but with lessons well learned bid farewell to the past and the battle

Of Things

Of Things short poem

Of things we once had in comparison to now were mom married to dad and a garden to plow before pharmaceuticals and psychology books we got, pull up your bootstraps or you’ll get dirty looks long before fast food when

Emily

Emily short poem

Emily was a recluse a quiet introvert she sat alone penning poems wrought with pain and hurt a lady great I do relate I too crave solitude though in her verse she did not curse and mine sometimes are crude

To

To short poem

To waste hours eliminates days smell those flowers hold that gaze to bite your tongue, sometimes is best forgive the young as they learn the rest To blindly go ignoring choice with volume low that inner voice To needlessly worry

The Search

The Search short poem

Endless search false starts hope lives on through broken hearts fate will tease gives a peek grabs it back a cruel streak Illusion perhaps a dreamer’s mind a fairy tale you’ll never find or even worse unrequited disenchanted hurt and