A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 98

Day 98: “Painting”


Sometimes I think I could be a painter

I like to wet my brush

And see what I can create


I always start from something else

Usually an Albert Marquet painting

I like the nature

Mixed with European architecture


I see how well I can mimic


I take creative liberties

Usually on the colors

And dumbing down the design a bit

To something more in my wheelhouse


I have a lot of fun

And am almost always proud of the finished product

Even if my paintings look best when you’re standing far away

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 81

Day 81: “Bottle It Up!”


I’d like to bottle up pure joy

And keep it for a rainy day


Something to wash over me

And make everything okay


I feel it sometimes

When I’m purely in the present


It’s hard to remember

When I’m lost in my head


I’ll say it now

So maybe I’ll remember


I can make my joy

I can bring me peace

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 27

Day 27: “Life’s Joys”


One of my favorite things in life

Is the moving sidewalk at the airport


It brings me so much joy

I turn up the music in my headphones

And strut

And jam


It feels like freedom


Tonight, my flight was delayed by 3 hours

So I walked my ass down to the concourse between terminals

To walk the moving sidewalks in a loop

Hopping on

Hopping off

And back on again


This one even has a light show to make it that much more fun


I jammed

And I strutted


And I had the time of my life