A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 145

Day 145: “Gone”

The day I’ve been dreading finally came

We had to say goodbye

Have to go on living

Without her

I don’t know how to do this

How to breathe

How to exist

Without her

Fifteen years

She was with me for my first period

Through high school

My senior year of college

My first apartment

My first relationship

She kept me company

Always

My heart is broken

I found her when I was nine

I brought her home

Fell in love with her

I think she fell in love with me too

Where do we go from here?

How do I function?

How do I live?

I’ll try not to drown

In my ocean of tears

As I listen to the recording of her purrs on my phone

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 142

Day 142: “Each Poem”

Each poem I write

Is a love letter to myself

It’s permission to explore

To dive deep

To be unapologetic

To be myself

It’s a chance to try something new

Write something new

To go back in time

To look to the future

All while being completely in the present

To escape into this moment

To know myself

To get to know myself

To have fun

Be fearless

Put myself out there

Be okay with putting myself out there

To be silly

Carefree

To learn to relax

Not take myself so seriously

Poetry is a magic wand

A powerful tool

I wonder who I’ll be when this is done

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 139

Day 139: “The Power of Art”

Art is subjective, yes

But that doesn’t make it less powerful

Something doesn’t have to make sense to others

For it to be meaningful to you

And something doesn’t have to make sense to you

For it to be meaningful to others

Art has the power to transform

And horrify

Move

And offend

It can bring out emotion

And indifference

What a powerful thing

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 137

Day 137: “Life in Death”

Knowing that we’re all going to die

Is actually really comforting

We’re all in this together

The human experience

We can’t escape it

Confronted with our own mortality

It’s actually the only certainty there is

We’re going to die

Instead of letting that be scary

Maybe it could be really freeing

Live now

Because that’s all we know we have for sure

Try to leave the world a better place

Because no matter what

We will leave it