A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 143

Day 143: “Wake”


Death isn’t the end of life

For those left behind


It’s not the end of sunshine

It clouds things

But the sun does come out again


It’s not the end of joy

The end of light

The end of levity


It’s not the end of love

Of closeness

Of connection


It’s not the end because there are memories

There is the remembrance of joy

Of love

Of lightness


There was the laughter

That comes back again

When you remember


There is immeasurable pain

That’s for sure

But there is always love

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 141

Day 141: “Ginger Ale”


The mountains, the porch swing

The breeze as the sky gets dark


You come, scratch my back

Sit next to me

We look at the stars starting to become visible in the sky


We sit in silence

Admiring the beauty

The closeness


After a while, it’s cold enough that we go inside

Surprising for Arizona


You ask if you can get me anything

I think of all the treats and treasures here

Peanut M&Ms

Rice Krispies

Icebreakers


But I say, “Ginger ale, please”


You go to the other fridge

The one by the garage

And come back with two in hand


We sit on the couch, drinking ginger ale

and watching Shirley Temple


You scratch my back

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 129

Day 129: “For the People”


Resistance is not about the people in power

It’s about the rest of us

Banding together

Finding common ground

Love

Empathy

Positivity

Joy


You don’t get to say, “I’m not political”

Because to exist as a woman, person of color, member of the LGBTQ+ community, someone who is non-binary

Is political

Not by choice

It just is


So let’s join the walk

Not to make a difference in policy at the highest level

Who knows if they’re even listening?

But to create community

And change minds

‘We the People’ and all

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 127

Day 127: “Stuffed Animals”


“Toy Story”

made me believe in the not-yet-seen

taught me empathy


I thought my stuffed animals were alive

I’d memorize where I left them

Sometimes putting them in crazy positions

Challenging them

To be the same when I returned


I said goodbye to them

Tried to cuddle them all equally

Told them I loved them


I never did catch them moving


Now I know they’re not alive

They can’t move

They don’t speak when I’m not there


But that doesn’t mean they don’t have feelings


So I still say goodbye to them

Try to cuddle them all equally

And tell them I love them

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 122

Day 122: “12 to 12”


I credit a lot of my newfound energy

To “12 to 12” by sombr


When I put it on,

I can’t help but wake up


I somehow become someone who likes doing the dishes


I dance around and groove


I can’t help myself


I think I’ll play it now

It’s 12 to 12 somewhere

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 118

Day 118: “Ode to the Inventor of the Heating Pad”


I’d like to give the inventor of the heating pad

A gold star

A hug

My sincerest thanks


Your invention keeps me warm

Soothes me

Whisks me off to sleep

Acts as the most comfy bed for my cat


Thank you, thank you, thank you


I’m slightly sweaty

As I’m writing this

But my stomach cramps are gone

And I’m oh so cozy


You’re god’s greatest gift to earth

Although the real gift would be not having cramps at all

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 111

Day 111: “Synchronicity”


I’m sitting on the metro

Doing a crossword

And listening to music

“Your Body” by Night Lunch


I can’t help myself

I tap my foot along to the beat


Something catches my eye

The man to my right is also tapping his foot

Bopping along to some song


I like this synchronous moment

I look around

A man up ahead is

You guessed it

Tapping his foot along to his music too


I sit there enjoying this moment of connection

Not talking

Not even making eye contact

I’m not even sure they know what we all are doing


But I do

And I imagine we’re all listening to the same song