Wednesday, April 25, 2018

NPM 2018: Noise (Day 25)



Noise
Written December 19, 2017

my biggest regret

in the greatest darkness

is being too tired

to do the right thing.

i do what i hate

to make myself scarce

when it takes too much

to continue being.

but nothing resists

the shadows so much

as the push through the noise


just to hear myself sing.

Tuesday, April 24, 2018

NPM 2018: Recovered (Day 24)




Recovered
Written April 24, 2018

I sat leisurely
at the keyboard
and typed this out.
I sipped iced tea
in the springtime
and didn't recall
your thoughts
on cherry blossoms
until they were gone.
I sold a painting
and left the state
and had a crisis
and recovered
and didn't tell you
anything.
Maybe this year
I'll stop
writing poems
about you.

Nevermind.






Monday, April 23, 2018

NPM 2018: Coffee Haiku #1 (Day 23)



Coffee Haiku #1

Coffee for breakfast
is not glamorous but a
kind of survival.

Sunday, April 22, 2018

NPM 2018: Darkness (Day 22)



Darkness
Written November 4, 2017

Hours shift sight
and night consumes.
I am not afraid
of the darkness,
only being within it
without you.


Saturday, April 21, 2018

NPM 2018: Spiraling (Day 21)



Spiraling
Written April 20, 2018

I, fearlessly,
the one with fire
in my blood,
who pushed you down
and now hopes
to hold you up,

would, without pause,
at a moment's notice,
if you just said the word,

do, immediately,
with all the love
in my heart,

anything
for you.

Friday, April 20, 2018

NPM 2018: Stones to Throw (Day 20)



Stones to Throw
Originally written May 2017
Edited March 2018

The days are gone,
the ones you claimed.
Each forsaken,
cast off and out of sight
while you cry to the ether,
into empty wind,
that you deserve more.
But there are more tasks tomorrow
than hours to contain them,
more moments of deceit
than time
to make amends.
You only have two hands
for what you own and
say is yours,
and in one you hold your pride,
in the other a stone to throw.
How dare you seek forgiveness
while you exact revenge,
and how dare you speak
in the light of love
when all you carry
is heavy with hate.

Thursday, April 19, 2018

NPM 2018: Very Busy (Day 19)



Very Busy
April 19, 2018

The world wrote a note and
left it on your front porch,
to tell you good morning
and remind you
it was very busy.
You went out
to fetch the newspaper
and check your mail
and almost missed
the note.
You were watching
bumblebees dance
from clover to clover
as purple blossoms
reached up from the soil,
the intricacies of such things
pulling your attention
from the overgrown lawn
and a house layered in dust.
You were listening
to a robin chirp above
and rustling leaves below,
sounds esteemed beyond
the rush of passing cars
and the swift tearing
of letters being opened.
You were feeling
the wind pass over you
and through your open hand,
as you held it out
to test the morning rain
which dampened your hair
and blurred your eyes,
but you didn’t notice.
When you turned back
and faced your front door
you almost missed the daisy
pushing up through the porch.