Rainy Day Ramble and a Poem

April 12, 2012 by Stormy Sweitzer - Maoomba-in-chief · 2 Comments

Do you ever have one of those days when you just can’t seem to muster the energy or focus to do what you planned – like writing a blog post?  Well, today is one of those days for me.  I’ve been burning the midnight oil this week, facing down spring allergies, and cleaning up our basement after a rather unfortunate plumbing problem.  It all has me a little down today.

So, I hope you will allow me this rainy day (it’s coming down in buckets where I live) ramble and enjoy a bite of poetry instead – it is National Poetry Month, after all.

The Rapture of Childhood

(written with help from Bentlily InstaPoem)

It was the day we laughed so hard 
we made the peonies bloom 

I was eight 
it was sunny 

we were running like tigers 
a game of tag 
happiness all balled up in our arms 
shooting out of us in shrieks and bellows 

I’m a bird 
she declared 

and I decided I was too 

a happy bird 
with nothing to do 
but chase the wind 

they say it whips you in the face 
but this isn’t how it works 
if you run hard enough 
the wind bores right into you 

I don’t remember anything else 
except the smell of the friend 
sweet as strawberries & mint 

the wind carried the rest away.

InstaPoem chose the poem’s theme for me.  Very appropriate today.  I would love to read your InstaPoem, a poem of your own writing, or even learn about your favorite poet & poem, if you are willing to share it in the comments below.

Have a wonderful day!

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About Stormy Sweitzer - Maoomba-in-chief

Stormy is a kitchen strategist, runner, and ethnic grocery store wanderer who loves all things food, travel, story and health. She writes and teaches about real food and healthy eating and lifestyle strategies for people with active lives, and recently published Paleo Power Lunch: Easy, Filling & Delicious Workday Meal Strategies.
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Comments

  1. says:
    April 12, 2012 at 4:50 pm

    It was the day we laughed so hard
    we made the sliverswords bloom

    I was 8
    it was windy

    we were running like vultures
    a game of marbles
    happiness all balled up in our fingers
    shooting out of us in shrieks and bellows

    I’m an albatross
    she declared

    and I decided I was too

    a compassionate albatross
    with nothing to do
    but chase the wind

    they say it whips you in the face
    but this isn’t how it works
    if you run hard enough
    the wind bores right into you

    I don’t remember anything else
    except the smell of the dew
    sweet as sorbet

    the wind carried the rest away.

    Reply
    • Stormy Sweitzer says:
      April 18, 2012 at 2:33 pm

      Joe – thank you for sharing your poem here! I appreciate it, as well as your kind note.
      -S

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