Laura Smith Writer

Poem of the Day Project

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Continued! I have been writing one poem per day as part of my morning writing routine. Some make sense, others do not, but all rise from my desire to delve under the surface of language and to connect to universal truths. The following poem was written in the beginning of this poetry journey, while watching leaders display inconceivable levels of greed imbibed with cruelty. What does it mean to you?

Undeniable, diabolical greed.
I want it-
I mumble under the layers
of the kind, giving, mother figure

I do - 
I sit back on the spare seat - 
pondering my personality.

Am I the same as “those” people?
Are my eyes bright green
with golden flecks -
the monster who lurks behind 
curtained closeted spaces in my mind,
or am I the human iteration covered
in kind silken threads?

The answer lies in the empty dark spaces
 between dreamscapes and reality,
 between fear and hope.

How do I wish to numb the empty pain today? 
What mask will I don as the sun rises? 
Who will I be? What costume needs wearing?
The answer will rise when I kiss my companion’s cheek 
and unfurl into myself.

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● About Me

I wrote and published my first blog post on May 26, 2009. I was about to turn 36 and had been accepted to Mount Holyoke College as a non-traditional student, on my way to completing a Bachelor of Arts in English with a minor in Medieval Studies. I had managed, finally, to know what general direction I was traveling. As a self proclaimed voracious reader I knew that I needed a vocation that would allow me to engage daily with words: reading words, writing words, and hearing words. I also needed to eat, so I navigated my way to a teaching position and I began to fine tune my craft. I love to teach and I love my students, but I also needed to continue to hone my own literary technique, voice, and style. I continued my education in order to delve deeper into literature, making connections, and most definitely, writing. I gained more confidence as a reader as well as a writer of both creative and analytical text. That first blog post in 2009 is short, the writing average, and the topic mundane, but as I continued to learn from other writers I began to understand that to become a better writer I needed to write more. Each time I write and release a poem, a post, or a story, I hone my skills. I invite you along for the ride, for this journey of mine as I attempt to wrangle a wealth of ideas and competing directions into an organized freshly paved path to publication. I might get distracted along the way, but sometimes those detours lead us to amazing views and new friends. 

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