Author: Hanlod

This is my last post in this series. I am so grateful to the people who read my poems, and I hope everyone enjoyed them. I am very glad I did this series because I was able to get into a routine of posting every day. I love the therapeutic nature of poetry, and I will definitely carry that into other posts on my blog. Here’s to more content more often!

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Day 30: Untitled

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A blanket of clouds

snuggled up

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An escape from the never-ending bombardment of the screen

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The cold air

pushes me closer

to the pillowy, soft fortress

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I close my eyes

willing myself to sleep

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my mind wanders

the desire to sleep fades

as I begin planning my entire future

Day 29: “Spring Allergies”

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Fuzziness

Stuffiness

inhabits my brain

and nose

and throat

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The sky is bright

the trees have bloomed

outside is oh so inviting

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But I lock myself in

stare out the window

breathing normally

enjoying the view

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Spring is here

Day 27: “Change is a Four-Letter Word”

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Change is a four-letter word

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I don’t mean big, monumental, societal change

That’s good and important and necessary

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I’m talking about day-to-day change

The stuff that messes up what you planned in your head

It’s as little as what you’ll have for breakfast

Or as big as getting two job opportunities

instead of the one you were planning on

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This change can still be good and important

and I know it’s necessary

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But I don’t like it!

Day 26: “Laundry”

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The laundry pile grows

I move it out in the open

so I have to stare it down as I go through my day

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Who will win the staring contest?

The stubborn adult

or the ever-growing, ever-flowing

pile of clothes

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The desire for clean sheets almost forces me to retire

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Then I remember

to check the linen closet

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I make my bed and look to the pile as if to say,

“Your move.”

Day 25: Untitled

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Waiting ’til the last second

is a rush

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my heart pounds

my hands shake

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I shouldn’t be okay

with starting work so close to its due date

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But it’s becoming a trend, a rush

a win

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that’s even sweeter

than one achieved by careful consideration

and dedication

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I’m learning to love a sloppiness

disguised as a piece of art.

Day 24: Untitled

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So much injustice

a country founded on suppression, oppression

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A hypocrisy so violent

so troubling

so racist

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A country praised for “freedom”

when freedom is dependent on the color of your skin

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Ignorance runs rampant

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I sit and wonder, “What’s so great about America anyway?”

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Day 23: “Sleep Deprived”

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It’s been a decade

since I became a mother

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My furry friend

my boy

my child

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is 10

I guess that makes him 70

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Wow, I look too good to have a 70-year-old son

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This is a milestone

But I get the feeling he doesn’t really care.

Day 22: Untitled

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A brief call

shows you care

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A bright spot

in my bleak day

in my bleak demeanor

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A day of promise

led to discouragement

and a lack of motivation

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but a quick check-in

set it right

and put a smile on my face

Day 21: Untitled

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The giant crayon box

the one with the sharpener

provides the pigment

for the mind

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Children are creative

but wouldn’t we all be if were sponsored by Crayola

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Look inside

grab your favorite color

and paint the town