tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328031052024-03-16T13:49:25.205-05:00Line Upon Lineoriginal poetry and haikuAmy E. Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09701006162067310815noreply@blogger.comBlogger872125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32803105.post-30124546002037192332024-03-06T07:15:00.005-06:002024-03-06T07:15:43.418-06:00(I may have to get)<p>I may have to get</p><p>angry at you in order</p><p>to get over you.<br /></p>Amy E. Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09701006162067310815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32803105.post-11160083001131131752024-02-24T14:48:00.002-06:002024-02-24T14:48:20.031-06:00Glitter Girl<p><span style="font-style: italic;">for Lindsay</span><br /><br />She has magic<br />in her fingertips<br />and glitter<br />on her lips,<br />creating communities of<br />catalog clippings and<br />magazine men<br />on canvas and foam board<br />with rubber cement<br />and the sparkle<br />in her eyes.<br />Paper strangers<br />become neighbors<br />with the shape of her hands,<br />as she carefully selects<br />her sticky society,<br />giving the two-dimensional<br />souls the chance<br />to connect<br />with us.<br />They speak<br />with their eyes,<br />causing us to pause,<br />reflect and wonder,<br />and remind us<br />that glue<br />is thicker<br />than blood.</p>Amy E. Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09701006162067310815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32803105.post-29743622087989345762024-02-05T13:45:00.005-06:002024-02-05T13:45:47.045-06:00(welcome scent on a)<p>welcome scent on a </p><p>crisp, cold winter walk downtown:</p><p>warm, savory foods<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span></p>
Amy E. Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09701006162067310815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32803105.post-19731072492669336572024-01-08T10:43:00.002-06:002024-01-08T10:44:19.225-06:00What Happened to My Marriage<p>It was as if</p><p>we were on a mountain top --</p><p>beautiful view, serene scene,</p><p>solid footing --</p><p>and then,</p><p>all of the sudden,</p><p>your new best friend</p><p>showed up</p><p>and the two of you</p><p>parachuted off</p><p>the mountain together,</p><p>leaving me utterly alone.</p><p>The moment you left the mountain,</p><p>an earthquake erupted,</p><p>causing the ground to</p><p>disappear from under me.</p><p>Ever since, I've been clinging</p><p>to a tree root on the side of the mountain;</p><p>trying not to die.<br /></p>Amy E. Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09701006162067310815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32803105.post-59485394886788202822023-12-31T09:15:00.005-06:002023-12-31T09:20:01.001-06:00The Kitchen<p>I'm standing in the kitchen;</p><p>what was <b>our</b> kitchen.</p><p>You had a baking nook</p><p>in our kitchen,</p><p>a nook in which you prepared</p><p>homemade pizza and</p><p>gourmet cheesecake.</p><p>We shredded the mozzarella</p><p>by hand, always saving a </p><p>little bit for our puppy dog,</p><p>so you could pour a pile</p><p>onto the floor for her to enjoy --</p><p>the same floor on which</p><p>we would occasionally drop</p><p>ice cubes, which she would</p><p>promptly grab in her mouth</p><p>and relocate to the living room</p><p>rug to chomp on.</p><p>Now the kitchen is quiet.</p><p>There is no more</p><p>homemade cheesecake</p><p>or cheese on the floor</p><p>or a doggie to eat it.</p><p>There is no more you.</p><p>There is no more Us.<br /></p>Amy E. Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09701006162067310815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32803105.post-11965511354226656472023-12-30T09:28:00.000-06:002023-12-30T09:28:02.191-06:00Teeming with Loneliness<p>I miss being a team,</p><p>a feeling you don't understand,</p><p>because you teamed up</p><p>with someone else</p><p>well before our divorce</p><p>was final.<br /></p>Amy E. Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09701006162067310815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32803105.post-13764464996399525262023-12-29T09:27:00.001-06:002023-12-29T09:27:09.233-06:00Caught Flat-Footed<p>I was all in.</p><p>You were the only one</p><p>on my dance card.</p><p>But it often felt like</p><p>you had one foot in</p><p>and one foot out.</p><p> </p><p>Twelve years into our marriage,</p><p>you started playing footsie</p><p>with someone else,</p><p>followed by the hokey pokey.</p><p><br /></p><p>Before I knew it,</p><p>you put your whole self in</p><p>with your new best friend.</p><p><br /></p><p>You always were</p><p>a dancer at heart.</p><p>I just assumed that</p><p>you would always be <b>my</b> partner.<br /></p>Amy E. Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09701006162067310815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32803105.post-55876055927643107932023-12-28T10:53:00.001-06:002023-12-28T10:53:10.781-06:00Timing<p>It's been nearly nine months</p><p>since you told me that you</p><p>weren't in love with me</p><p>and considered our marriage</p><p>to be over,</p><p>nearly three months since you</p><p>moved out of our house, and</p><p>nearly two months since</p><p>the divorce was final.</p><p>I still think about you</p><p>all day, every day.</p><p>Even after all the damage</p><p>you have done, I'm still</p><p>in love with you.</p><p>And I loathe you</p><p>for destroying our family.<br /></p>Amy E. Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09701006162067310815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32803105.post-91734741746085010022023-12-27T09:40:00.003-06:002023-12-27T09:40:24.413-06:00Housebroken<p>It's heartbreaking</p><p>to live in our house</p><p>without you.<br /></p>Amy E. Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09701006162067310815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32803105.post-64269200690602050282023-12-26T08:20:00.002-06:002023-12-26T08:20:09.706-06:00Every Little Thing<p>I miss all of our</p><p>everyday traditions --</p><p>calling baked potatoes "tates,"</p><p>enjoying</p><p>"Whoppers on the Waterfront,"</p><p>and taking family trips</p><p>in the car -- just us and the pooch.</p><p>I miss seeing you bounce</p><p>and bee bop on the couch</p><p>to music just for fun.</p><p>I miss our inside jokes,<br /></p><p>our daily family routines,</p><p>and our 16-year history,</p><p>a history that made me feel</p><p>safe and grounded and wanted.</p><p>I miss everything.</p><p>I miss you.</p><p>I miss Us.<br /></p>Amy E. Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09701006162067310815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32803105.post-77938959870406973702023-12-24T08:17:00.002-06:002023-12-24T08:17:31.801-06:00A Penny for Your Thoughts<p>Every time I trim my fingernails,</p><p>I think of our precious puppy dog</p><p>who would drop everything</p><p>and sprint into the bathroom</p><p>when she heard me trimming my nails.</p><p>I'm not exactly sure what she was</p><p>hoping to do, but she wanted to be</p><p>as close to the action as possible.</p><p>Doggone, do I miss her...<br /></p>Amy E. Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09701006162067310815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32803105.post-19623158980522419952023-12-23T08:32:00.002-06:002023-12-23T08:32:37.220-06:00Different Philosophies on Giving<p>I gave you the best years of my life --</p><p>31 through 47 --</p><p>and then you gave me the heave-ho.<br /></p>Amy E. Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09701006162067310815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32803105.post-87521159088129553272023-12-22T07:27:00.002-06:002023-12-22T07:27:18.964-06:00Another Goodbye <p>I remember how ecstatic</p><p>our beloved doggie got</p><p>when she heard me</p><p>refilling her food storage container.</p><p>She would race down the stairs</p><p>as fast as caninely possible</p><p>to be as close to the food</p><p>as she possibly could,</p><p>hoping that I might spill a few</p><p>kibbles, or pour a pile</p><p>on the floor for an impromptu snack. </p><p>Tomorrow, I will take the container</p><p>to Goodwill, as she is no longer here,</p><p>in what was <b>our </b>house.<br /></p>Amy E. Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09701006162067310815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32803105.post-19579820334115131282023-12-21T08:26:00.004-06:002023-12-21T08:26:57.936-06:00From 100 to 0<p>How do you stop</p><p>loving someone?</p><p>How do you go from</p><p>talking with someone</p><p>every day, sharing every day</p><p>with them, and operating as a team</p><p>100% of the time</p><p>to</p><p>zero, nothing, nada, zilch?<br /></p>Amy E. Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09701006162067310815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32803105.post-68527049311387563452023-12-20T07:39:00.001-06:002023-12-20T07:39:30.044-06:00One<p>You had so many names</p><p>during our 16 years together --</p><p>One, Bahboo, Baby, BB, Honey,</p><p>Babe, Sweet Feet, One Two,</p><p>Lover, Baby One, B1, Bee Bop...</p><p>Now, you only have one name:</p><p>Ex.<br /></p>Amy E. Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09701006162067310815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32803105.post-8806293292256890162023-12-19T07:18:00.003-06:002023-12-19T07:18:35.209-06:00Haunted House<p>I'm haunted by the</p><p>ghosts of my former spouse and</p><p>precious puppy pie.<br /></p>Amy E. Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09701006162067310815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32803105.post-83676610855963810102023-12-18T07:28:00.002-06:002023-12-18T07:28:45.211-06:00A Figment Among the Footage<p>Now, you seem like</p><p>a phantom,</p><p>a fragment,</p><p>a figment</p><p>of my imagination.</p><p>But, I have 16 years of</p><p>photos and footage and</p><p>an entire house of</p><p>evidence and artifacts</p><p>documenting that</p><p>we were,</p><p>in fact,</p><p>a "we."<br /></p>Amy E. Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09701006162067310815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32803105.post-5479629814646380082023-12-17T06:51:00.002-06:002023-12-17T06:51:22.540-06:00Happy Halloween<p>I'm sitting in a rented cabin</p><p>in Saugatuck, Michigan,</p><p>thinking of you</p><p>in Dallas, Texas; wondering</p><p>if you are thinking of me.<br /></p>Amy E. Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09701006162067310815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32803105.post-83142602980663352772023-12-16T08:01:00.001-06:002023-12-16T08:01:15.329-06:00Inside Out<p>Why can't I dig you</p><p>out of my heart</p><p>like a cantaloupe's seeds</p><p>so that I can rid myself</p><p>of the pain and the memories</p><p>and the utter devastation,</p><p>and move on to </p><p>enjoy the sweet fruit of life?<br /></p>Amy E. Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09701006162067310815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32803105.post-87806749877853664652023-12-15T06:38:00.003-06:002023-12-15T06:39:13.280-06:00Fire and Ice<p>Everything hurts.</p><p>Every second I see</p><p>something you bought,</p><p>we bought, together,</p><p>my heart burns.</p><p>Even the frozen fruit</p><p>you bought for us</p><p>and left behind</p><p>in the freezer</p><p>kindles the fire in my chest.</p>Amy E. Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09701006162067310815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32803105.post-44332295617625049522023-12-14T07:34:00.001-06:002023-12-14T07:34:03.639-06:00What Good Is It to Keep Me Alive at the Beginning Only to Kill Me at the End?<p>You told me that<br /></p><p>we kept each other alive</p><p>during our first</p><p>few years together --</p><p>during the years that</p><p>we lost everything</p><p>and everyone.</p><p>But, 16 years later,</p><p>you walked out on me</p><p>and left me to die</p><p>in our big house alone --</p><p>the house that you picked out,</p><p>the house that you outfitted</p><p>with the things that you wanted,</p><p>the house that has your fingerprints</p><p>all over it.</p><p>So, I am left here to die alone,</p><p>surrounded by every reminder of you</p><p>and the fact that you left me here.<br /></p>Amy E. Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09701006162067310815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32803105.post-78448399839720020112023-12-13T06:41:00.001-06:002023-12-13T06:41:25.671-06:00Divorce Deflation<p>The presence of a</p><p>healthy spouse</p><p>enlarges your life,</p><p>expanding your personhood</p><p>into a more well-rounded state.</p><p>And when they </p><p>divorce you,</p><p>you are forced to</p><p>fold in on yourself,</p><p>squeezing out</p><p>the expansion of</p><p>heart and soul</p><p>that you previously enjoyed,</p><p>in order to survive the pain. <br /></p>Amy E. Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09701006162067310815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32803105.post-64004163764931992982023-12-12T07:08:00.003-06:002023-12-12T07:08:30.528-06:00Beeping and Barking<p>Whenever I hear the neighbor</p><p>backing his truck into his</p><p>driveway, I think of our puppy,</p><p>who always barked ferociously</p><p>when she heard his truck beeping. <br /></p>Amy E. Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09701006162067310815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32803105.post-9980755460143741932023-12-11T06:45:00.002-06:002023-12-11T06:45:24.876-06:00(You are)<p>You are</p><p>never coming</p><p>home again.<br /></p>Amy E. Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09701006162067310815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32803105.post-10035538725824107472023-12-10T07:37:00.001-06:002023-12-10T07:38:05.353-06:00CR-V<p>Every time I see a </p><p>dark red CR-V,</p><p>I will forever</p><p>think of you</p><p>and Us.</p>Amy E. Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09701006162067310815noreply@blogger.com0