Poetry Month

April 2, 2016

Poem a day, 30 days, I'm in! 


Day 1.




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.


And spring,

it passed me by



Day 8.


Where does it hurt?


In those


I wouldn't remember

were it not for the music.


Day 17.




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.




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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