I told the stories yesterday of these moments in my life. Today is the poetic version.

1st poem I ever wrote. I said it was about the 8th grade but by the date on this it was the 11 the grade. This gets me thinking….:was I really that old before I started writing poems??

Remember this poem is all kinds of ridiculous but it’s my first soooo ❤️it’s near and dear to my heart.

The little lady
A little old lady went to go
get her paper, only
she wished it would
come a little later.
She walks in the house
to find her husband
dead, laying flat and
helpless upon
their bed.
She cries herself
to sleep because she
is so tired and weak.
When she wakes up she
tries to clear her head.
She has to use the
bathroom so she
gets out of bed.
She tires to think of what
to do. She goes sees her husband
and sees he is very blue.
She calls the police to see
if they would come. They
wondered if she shot
him but she didn’t own
a gun. After she hung
up and knew it was alright,
she prayed with the Lord
to be with her tonight.
She thought it was her
time and wanted to go,
but the Lord said “not
right now, we have to take
it slow”
So she lives her life alone and
realizes to herself that her
life would be much better
if she would have know how
her husband felt.

Charlene(cowart)turney
1994

This next poem is near

To my heart. This is what I wrote about it at the time.

In the past two days I have had people I know die. One was a wife and the other was a husband with a new baby of 2mths.

I had thoughts going around in my head, like I sometimes do for a poem and this is what I came up with. It turned out different than I started it to be but that sometimes happenes when writing. This is different thoughts I have had through 13 yrs of marriage and some I have heard from other people talking about theirs. For my married friends you will get this, for my unmarried friends you will think boy sounds like a crappy marriage but these moments are oh so fleeting in the span of time if we take hold of the negative thoughts and replace it with thankfulness.

 

 It just seems easier

 

Thinking it might be easier……….but…….knowing..that…is…a lie.

 

The reality of it would ……..be……….so ………painful if he were gone or unexceptionally were to die.

 

I could do it by myself——-I already do.

 

I would have to do it by myself there would be no more”Honey could you?”

 

If he is gone for a week I am wanting him back.

 

His strength and his presence is what our home really lacks.

 

He is back for a day when an argument erupts.

 

How come those earlier thoughts have so easily become corrupt

 

The fighting and the pain brings thoughts of a divorce.

 

Frustration and loneliness was not my chosen course.

 

Presenting a receipt after shopping for some clothes.

 

It would seem easier to me if only I had to know.

 

The enemy throws these imagines of peace into our minds eye,

 

and people grab a hold of them making divorce a record high.

 

The thoughts, they will enter but we must immediately make them flee,

 

or they will grab hold, take root, and grow inside of me.

 

This world runs on feelings like a car in need of gas,

 

but it is a choice to love and a choice to make it last.

 

If we can learn to communicate and we can learn to  pray,

 

than we can grab hold of the thoughts and go another day.

 

 

Being thankful is like a light in a dark room,

 

it pushes the thoughts away and tells the enemy to move.

 

 

Be thankful for your partner and for the help they bring any given day.

 

Be thankful for their job-even if its the one that takes them away.

 

Be thankful for their income that is there because they give their time.

 

Be thankful for the moments when they do not bring home a dime.

 

Be thankful , Be faithful, and make choices you wont regret in the end.

 

Choose each day to love and choose each day to begin.

 

 

charlene turney. sept 6, 2010.

This next poem is the one about painting. It is also silly and ridiculous but a verbal picture now so many years later.

The empty room

in the empty room that i just got done painting
i sit alone and feel like fainting
the smell is getting to me making me sick and dizzy
i look a little messy and my hair is a little frizzy
i have paint on my nose and in my hair
i got it on my toes while standing on a chair
the light is to bright and hurts my eyes
my pants are to tight and hurt my thighs

when i leave this room i am going down stairs
to get something to eat because i am starving.

1994 charlene(cowart)turney

Well that’s is for now. It just a little sneak peak into a verbal picture of my life ❤️