By María Camp
I went outside and
Walked around
I thought about
The day
I looked at the
Sky and trees
Noticed the
Gentle breeze
Late in the
Day
Getting close
To dark
Day fading
As it soon
Shall be
The night
Looking
Searching
Walking
Watching
Wandering
Seeing
Simply
Being
Copyright 2013 María Camp
Written: Monday, April 29, 2013
By María Camp
Tick
Tock
Goes the
Clock
With
So
Much
Surety
Ticking
Advancing
Not strutting
Or prancing
Comforting
Rhythmic
A sense
Of calm
Tick
Tock
Correctly
Respond
Time to
Eat
Or time
To sleep
Resting
Thinking
Worrying
Waiting
Fun
Drudgery
Neutral
Ire
The ticking
Clock
Does never
Tire
Save for
A
Lone
Battery
Or
Winding
At
Times
The clock
Contently
Ticks off
The time
Ticking
Tocking
Still, yet
Walking
Copyright 2013 María Camp
Written: Wednesday, March 20, 2013
By María Camp
Whistler’s Mother
Is not
The
Mona Lisa
Try
As
You
Might
Each is
A painting
In its
Own right
A sight
To behold
Truths to
See
Fictions
To create
Moments
To relate
Silence
Sound
Both
Loud
Yet it is
Not what
They say
Or just
What we
See
It is how
We feel
What
Truth
Is
Real
Both valid
Yet different
We look and
We see
From our
Own lives
Our feelings
We find
Properly
Considered
Both poignant
And kind
With meaning
And truth
Fuzziness
And doubt
The paintings
Though silent
May speak
Or shout
Sometimes
They whisper
Or they may
Just be
Waiting
Forever
So
Patiently
There to
Be seen
To matter
Or not
To impact
Some lad
Or to
Start a riot
So, too, with
People
Not captured
In paint
Don’t be so
Sure
What they are
Or are not
Each is
Complex
So much
Unknown
Be more
Accepting
Try more
To understand
Time stands
Still
For no
Woman or man
Copyright 2013 María Camp
Written: Wednesday, March 20, 2013
By María Camp
Don’t judge
My silence
You aren’t
In my head
Some people
Listen more
Choosing to
Speak less
People have
Different
Levels
Of comfort
That does
Not mean
That I am
Broken
You are
Judgmental
Counting the
Words I’ve spoken
Of all people
Friends
Should
Understand
Not
Invalidate
My
Manner
Decide that
As I am
My presence
Does not matter
Happy
Or sad
Irate
Or glad
Often happen
In my head
Silent
Yet present
As a person
I am
Not
Derelict
I have
Opinions
I speak
At times
Take me
As I am
You choose
Not to do
I am
Still me
You are
Still you
Although
My
Words
Can be sparse
It does not
Mean
I prefer
Being left out
Heaven
Forbid
My enthusiasm
May not shout
As with
All people
Much has
Effect
My differences
Are mine
I am not
Just a speck
An anomaly
To shun
Let’s sweep
Away
A green
Block
Is not
Red
That
Doesn’t
Make it
Less
Out of
The house
I made it
That day
Sitting there
And eating
Minimal
Words
That I
Managed
It
My way
Does
Not
Make
Me absurd
It was an
Accomplishment
For me
Simply to be
People judge
Your words
And your
Silence, too
Lovely to
Think
What friends
Do
I speak when
I want to
Or if to
Respond
Guess this
Makes me
Unfriendly
And no fun
How nice
Copyright 2013 María Camp
Written: Wednesday, March 20, 2013
By María Camp
Searching for
A fit
In the madness
Of life
Mind is
Running
Ever faster
Inanity and strife
Unclear
Unsure
Outspoken
Demure
So many
Pieces
Of the
Wrong puzzle
Never
Fitting
Clutching
Nothing
Desperately
Wanting
To be part
Of something
To be a
Good fit
Useful
Secure
Happy
Purposeful
Not mindlessly
Habitual
Unfrozen
Warm
Unconfused
Belong
Things feel
Right
Instead of
Wrong
Forlorn
Melancholy
Frazzled
Frayed
Hoping
For
- Something
– Delays
Wandering
Searching
With little
Hope
Thinking
Trying
Attempting
To cope
In a daze
Consider
Wish for
A way
Staring at
Nothing
Hoping
- For something
Waiting
For a dazzle
Or even
Just a spark
Watching
The happy
Little
Lark
I wander
Alone
Hoping
For home
Company
At times
Diversions
Sublime
Needing
Direction
Lacking
Affection
Walking
Thinking
Pausing
Blinking
Undeniable
Unreliable
Unrealistic
Unviable
Fading
Faster
Waiting
Disaster
Knowing
Is fuzzy
And stands
Not alone
Help
Resources
Creatively
Shown
Devoid
Empty
Foggy
Rain
Restless
Thoughts
Unsettled
Brain
“If” needs
Help
Direction
A way
Circles
Wander
Hoping
To stray
Someday
Perhaps
Who can
Say?
One hopes
For
Something
Perhaps today
Copyright 2013 María Camp
Written: Saturday, March 16, 2013
By María Camp
Why are people so strange?
They don’t make sense
So many are so dense
Why are people so strange?
What they say does not jive
The mystery is alive
Why are people so strange?
Can they not reason through?
For goodness sake, what to do?
Why are people so strange?
I ask this ev’ry day.
I cannot find the way.
Why are people so strange?
They make me crazy
Let me pick a daisy
Why are people so strange?
They really are daffy
Let them eat taffy
Why are people so strange?
I really cannot say
I’ve more to do today
This I know for a fact
The insanity is cause to act
Watch out for the strange people
They are ev’rywhere
Not all with blue hair
– People are STRANGE.
Strange people are all around.
Scattered like leaves on the ground.
Written: Tuesday, November 29, 2005
By María Camp
I should not dwell upon
The so-called loss
You were uncaring
I am better off
Selfish and
Judgmental
What a
Great friend
You could not
Be bothered
Much care
To extend
Despite your
Ways
There can
Be no
Cheers
Anytime
A friendship
Disappears
Frustrating
You were
Yet I tried to be
The sort of friend
I’d
Want
For
Me
I could feel
Your impatience
I could sense
Your disdain
Your invalidation
Of my tears
Your disregard
Of my pain
You pretended
To listen
So you
Could talk
Yet at
My concerns
You did
Balk
Money and
Image
Material
Things
Others you
Befriended
You deemed me
No longer needed
I am lesser
In your mind
I am not like you
I’m another kind
Your demeanor
Condescending
Your opinions
So loud
Shallow and
Snobby
Hard-working
And proud
Yet there are
Memories
I hold in
My mind
They’ll always
Matter
I shall
Recall
The day
I met you
It was
In Fall
Fourteen years
Up in smoke
Unlikely you’ll change
I’ll not waste hope
Bitter and angry
You caused me to feel
Yet my friendship to you
Was always real
And yet, if you spoke
I would respond
See if I could
Try to go on
Although I resent
What you said and did
I have peace about
All on my end
I hold
No grudge
I harbor
No ill-will
With peace
In my heart
No anger
Will I grasp
I think of
You at times
And wish
You the best
With genuine
Hope for your
Happiness
And health
I hope
You’ll learn
About
True wealth
Your actions
Shocked me
Perhaps I was
Naïve
Thinking you
Cared
Myself I
Deceived
The memories are
Tainted
And yet
They remain
I doubt
Very much
Things will
Ever be the same
Over and over
A pattern formed
Your lack of response
Became the norm
Your words
And your actions
Still cause
Me some grief
Free of
Your drama
I ought to
Find relief
Your callous
Disregard
Is a hard
Pill to take
Memories
We share
Yet our friendship
You forsake
I listened
And helped you
Down through
The years
There were
Good moments
And bad, laughter
And tears
I supported
Your triumphs
And lamented
The bad
There were times
We were happy
There were times
We were sad
I shall never
Comprehend
The way of
Your mind
Discarding
A friend
Who was
Loyal and kind
Copyright 2013 María Camp
Written: Saturday, February 23, 2013
