A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 207

Day 207: “Subconscious Grief”


Loss

Feels like a fading away

A slipping through my fingers


Lack

Not enough time

Love still to give


I can’t comprehend it

Can’t believe

He’s gone

They’re all gone


It doesn’t make sense


My dreams are full of attempts at changing it

Bringing him back

Actually, he never left


It doesn’t feel fair,

okay

It’s definitely not right


Sometimes I see the beauty in life and death

But more often than not I just feel sad

Mad

Oh so upset


There’s no resolution

Grief is a fickle thing


I guess I’ll just turn out the light

Try to get some sleep

And see if he’ll visit me in my dreams

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 196

Day 196: “Lady Luck”


Luck

is my middle name

It follows me everywhere


Luck

Lives in my mind

My body

A state of mind


Luck is a choice

An intention

A philosophy


I choose to be lucky

To approach the world with an unwavering trust

That all is working in my favor


I can’t wait to see what the future holds

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 114

Day 114: “Dream Home”


We wake up

The sun shines effortlessly through our large bay windows

Overlooking the pond


Our room is big enough for us

And our king-size bed

And a reading nook by the window


I walk into the closet for my soft, fuzzy robe

And take the stairs down to the kitchen

Light, bright


Black and white and gold accents everywhere

Modern, effortless, but cozy

Makes me feel rich


Matching, beautiful appliances

Trees changing colors outside,

Visible through the windows


I take my coffee in the sun room


I read

Rest

Write

Enjoy life


The space is ours

And our cat’s


It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood