Day 220: “The Hum of the Beetle”
When I see a beetle,
I don’t feel fear
Instead I’m reminded
To live a little
To live my life
Because death is coming
But life is now
Day 220: “The Hum of the Beetle”
When I see a beetle,
I don’t feel fear
Instead I’m reminded
To live a little
To live my life
Because death is coming
But life is now
Day 219: “Fear: an Outlook on Life”
I realize that there’s always two outlooks
Sometimes more
ways to look at things
Find the good
The positive
But it’s hard
when you’re scared
scared of loss
scared of that feeling
scared to be alone
I don’t want to be left alone
I’ve felt it before
And it’s terrible
I know that I’m never alone
I have myself
And blah, blah, blah
But sometimes I need to wallow
Sit in fear
Stir in imagined disaster
I’m not sure why that is
But that’s where I’m at now
I’ll lay my head
down to rest
And hope the fear doesn’t spill into my dreams
Day 218: “Stupid is a Sense of Humor”
There’s beauty in the stupid
The silliness
I don’t want to lose the joy
of the silliness
of life
So let me watch “Barb and Star Go to Vista Del Mar” for the 47th time
And pour one out for Trish
Day 217: “Cheer Up”
Sad days
Can be made better
By playing “Jolene”
And singing to your cat
Day 216: “Unrealistic Expectations”
No one knows anything
So why do I expect myself
To know everything
Day 215: “Co-Author”
If you ever need a laugh,
Ask your partner for help
I said my brain was tired and I needed help
coming up with today’s poem
Please enjoy this poem à la Jeremy
“It’s bright outside
It makes me light
inside
So much that I can glide
And that also gives me pride
This is the best poem ever
You couldn’t even pull it with a lever”
It did make me laugh
It did make me smile
But perhaps poetry really isn’t for everybody
“You know you really shouldn’t talk about yourself like that”
Day 214: “Speck of Hope”
I saw a speck of hope today
I picked it up
Held it close
I never want to lose that speck
So I’ll dress it up
Give it a name
And tuck it in my pocket
To be my shine on a cloudy day
Day 213: “Early Night”
I swore I’d go to bed earlier today
I swear I swore I did
But I got home from work
Had to decompress
And hours later
My pink finger had a dent
from holding my phone
And my thumb was sore
From scrolling
Then I got it back on track
I planned
I cooked
I worked out
Then I had to shower
Get ready for bed
By the time I laid down
To write this poem
It was after 1 am
While definitely not an early night
I guess that’s early in the day
I swear I’ll try again tomorrow
Day 212: “Indignant in the Face of Grief”
The more I know that death is part of life
It seems I’m more resistant
I don’t want to say goodbye
Don’t want to lose
To have lost
I want them all here
Everyone
Back and happy
And alive
Why is that too much to ask?
Day 211: “Snoring Kills the Creative Buzz”
Sometimes I can’t think
When my boyfriend is snoring
Now is one of those times
And the unfortunate result
Is this poem