Tag Archives: short poem

A Curative Rhyme

Why should I write a poem

if one doesn’t come to mind

What would be the point

even though I have the time

Is it like exercise

Building up the brain

Suddenly I realize

I’m feeling zero pain!

I like when that happens

Somehow

Emotions seem to be

It seems to me

On the surface

of my mind

Ready to pounce

Just a matter of time

Not sure how to treat them

less seriously

more often

Thought I’d have worked that out by now

Someway

Somehow

One Day

Sunshine on Sunday

Soon to be Monday

Look forward to some day

Focus on one day

The one I am in

Why not?

Trying to notice stuff that affirms

rather than misdirects the mind

to messy matters that move a person

to unnecessary struggles

At a Cafe

At a cafe all alone

Without a poem

Imperfectly arranged

to be

a part of living

And looking for the good stuff

And hoping that is enough

Today

Poetry eludes me

And so does the prose

Cannot come up

With either of those

Could it mean I have nothing to say?

But it’s quite in my nature

To talk anyway

No matter

I chatter

In order to play

And continue attempts to be art-y today

Out of Kilter

Here today

And gone tomorrow

Rather not spend it lost in sorrow

So if it’s a choice of something

peaceful

Why not take it?

Could be happiness

is a lot of what we make it

This world has ALWAYS and ALWAYS

been out of kilter

Some of its noisiest, obnoxious

people have no perceivable filter

Grateful to have been in the middle of

so much good so far

even with all my unanswered questions

and the world will be sublime and bizarre

with or without my many suggestions

Out of Ideas on Day 26

If you choose right
If you choose wrong
You'll never really know
Can't go back and try again
to see how that would go

So make it work
Whatever you choose

Not that much time
left here to lose

It Was a Day

He looked up and said,

Here comes the sun!

It was a day

to be embraced

The bitter cold was done

After the unforgiving wind

After the downpour of rain

It was a day

to bask

in blue skies again

Day 14 of Poetry Month (or Losing Focus)

Clam chowder and key lime pie

A small green salad on the side

A sparking lake and a beautiful sky

Then back home to read and write

Clean the house and take a hike

This is the kind of day I like