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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 97

Day 97: “Severance”

What if you didn’t feel loss

Well you did

But it was the other you

Severance

And when that loss came up

You’d be a different you

One that holds all of that pain

I wonder how heavy that’d be

And would the memories go too?

The good, happy ones?

What would it be like to sever the grief

Would it be like they never existed at all?

Would it be unfair to yourself?

Your other self

To give them the loss

Or would they be better off

More resilient

Stronger

What would that make you? Without the grief?

Would you even be you at all?

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 96

Day 96: “Not Feeling”

I don’t really feel like being witty

I don’t feel like being smart

I don’t feel like cracking jokes

I don’t feel like cracking smiles

But I also don’t feel like frowning

I don’t feel like pouting

I’m in an in-between place

The air is still

There is no sound

No time

I don’t feel like caring

I don’t feel like being numb

Maybe I’m just overwhelmed

By the state of the world

By everyday life

Maybe I just need a break

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 95

Day 95: “Eruption”

Just one day

Can make everything fall apart

One ill-made decision

One misrepresentation

One callous remark

One violent gesture

Can make it all come crumbling down

When you get up from the rubble

Dust yourself off

You see the signs

They were there before

But you see them now

It didn’t just all blow up one day

It was a slow, lava-oozing rupturing

Just an upset stomach

That became an infected mess of pain

A full-blown eruption

A big eye-opener

Emergency surgery

You have to cut out the poison

To live

That kind of gives me comfort

That things don’t just blow up out of nowhere

But it does make me question my judgment

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 93

Day 93: “The Realization at the End of a Movie”

What I’ve realized

Is that my dreams don’t have to make sense to anyone else

They don’t have to yearn the way I do

For the future I want

They don’t have to get it

Maybe they won’t

But I know I have something to offer this world

Something meaningful

“That’s nice, but I asked you what side you wanted. It comes with fries, but you can substitute for a salad instead.”

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 90

Day 90: “If My Life Was Written and Directed by Nora Ephron”

Sometimes I imagine what it’d be like 

To live in a 90s rom com 

I’d live in New York 

Obviously 

I’d own a book store

Or be a writer

Or be a writer who owns a book store

And I’d meet the love of my life online 

My computer chiming, “You’ve got mail”

I’d wear clothes that are comfy, effortless, stylish 

My name would be an alliteration 

I’d battle the big bad chain store

Only to be put out of business and have to start my life over

Have to chase other dreams

And the love I met online would end up doing the tiny, little thing — you know, putting me out of business 

Yet he’d regain my trust

Become my friend 

And then we’d meet 

And kiss in Riverside Park 

And I’d publish a children’s book

Well, my life is not written and directed by Nora Ephron

But I’ve found my love

We did meet online

Just via an app instead of a chat room

I already model my fashion after Meg Ryan in the 90s

Now I just have to chase my dreams 

Become a bookshop owner 

Or a writer 

Or a writer who owns a book shop 

Publish a book 

And live happily ever after 

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 89

Day 89: “Cappa Jo”

When I lay my head

on my pillow

where my cat is waiting

purring

I sink into her calmness

and in that moment

everything is okay

As I lay

listening to her purrs

my headache goes away

my neck relaxes

my eyes close

my hands trace her soft fur

I feel okay

I feel whole

I feel loved

I feel like everything is going to be okay