Day 15: “Spring”
Soft and pink
Snowing
Hordes of people gather
to see
capture
pose
Time elapses
we spend more time looking through the screen
than looking up
what a waste
The cherry blossom blooms
A Poem a Day a Series: Day 14
Day 14: Untitled
Pictures and games
A Friday night in
Music that transports
Cookies that say,
“Hang in there”
Nostalgia and adulthood all
wrapped up in one
Awkward and thriving
Sad and happy
Dancing and singing to childhood memories
All while forming new ones
A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 13
Day 13: “Splintering”
Change happens
But is it really change
if the foundation is splintered, wilted, not a foundation at all
Not capable of lifting us up
of pushing us all forward?
How do we rebuild?
Rallying cries and gestures raise attention, awareness
But the problem is bigger
A collapsing structure that never worked for anyone anyway,
Not for everyone, not for anyone
Do we let it fall?
Or do we patch the cracks?
A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 12
Day 12: Untitled
The darkened sky
The restless stillness
Mirrors my own
The pillows of white
and grey
and the faintest shade of blue
litter the sky
and my mind
so much to do
so I sit and watch
the lifeless sky float by
and imagine I could do the same
A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 11
Day 11: “Loading”
My eyes glaze over
the dreaded monotony
The clacks translate to an illuminated screen
20 lifeless faces stare back at me
through me
past me
we sit still
for an hour and 15 minutes
we make claims
too big for our brains
we smile and say thanks
we try not to dwell on
the fact that
we have to do it all again tomorrow
Connected disconnection: the modern classroom
A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 10
Day 10: “Morning in the City”
Wake up and hear the birdies sing
Hear the Machinery clank and bang
Hear the sirens roar
Look out at blue skies
Concrete walkways
Giant slabs of brick
Smell the crisp air
the exhaust from motorized demons
the fumes from sidewalk smokers
Good morning D.C.
Good morning to me.
A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 9
Day 9: “Good Night”
Lavender and peppermint
bring good sleep
I pray
Not another restless night
deep rest
dreamless
comfortable
peaceful
please
A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 8
Day 8: “Existentialism”
Years feel like centuries
Who I was
A distant ancestor
Who I will be
A tiny speck
On the continuum of me’s there will be
I am
A microcosm
of the past, present, and dreamed future
I say goodbye to me tonight
And greet me in the morning
Ready to transform.
A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 7
I am really enjoying this series and the sense of discipline in posting it is giving me. Overall, I feel like my writing is improving, and I am having fun. What more can you ask for, right?
Day 7: “Looking”
Looking back
Smiling at the past
Looking out
nostalgia sweetening my ears
Looking around
thankful
Looking in
Awe shattering my destructive thoughts
Looking
and truly seeing
A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 6
Day 6: Untitled
Brightness of spring
Craving newness
new colors
new clothes
new passion
The air smells sweet
Nature craves attention
I crave newness
Faking It Made 