Poetry Month

April 2, 2016

Poem a day, 30 days, I'm in! 

 

Day 1.

 

Failing

 

I did not hear sweet song of birds.

    clatter of dishes

I did not arch my bare feet toward the sun.

     running shoes on - must get fit

I did not actually run.

     folding laundry - stole the hour

I did not see the drawing she thrust in my face.

    texting 

And spring,

it passed me by

 

 

Day 8.

 

Where does it hurt?

 

In those

moments

I wouldn't remember

were it not for the music.

 

Day 17.

 

Girls

 

we did laugh

fell over laughing

in heaps, on floors...

a spectacle to be sure

bubbling over

with the merriment of youth

and the mischief

of champagne

 

 

day 18.

 

Quake

 

Never all of a sudden

                 the earth moves

we shift our gaze

and notice something

that isn't new, which

                                      is the most unsteadying bit

 

 

Day 22.

 

Ive noticed

 

there is a new mark

on my cheek

A fairy kiss, or cancer

And around my eyes

new lines

laughter,  or exhaustion

We used to run the red lights

now we wait

 

 

 

 

Day 27.

 

I admit

 

I admit 

I am fully responsible

for this mess I'm in

And all I can think about

is cake

 

 

 

Day 28.

 

Now That's Gratitude!

 

Someone said to me

I was robbing them

of the opportunity to be useful

and, I

should learn to ask for help 

though often, 

it is harder to ask for help

than it is to bear

ones own troubles

"fuck off, and mind your own business"

I said

 

 

 

 

 

 

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