So I promised you poetry and poetry you shall have. One of my muses, who thinks she is a comedian, thinks I should dedicate the whole month to putting down my snafu with instagram. But who wants to read about my annoyance at being rejected by a platform I wasn’t too keen on joining anyway since it is a distraction from the real work of writing? One of you wants that kind of sadomasochistic poetry, I’m sure. PM me and we can discuss pricing on me writing those just for you. In the meantime, enjoy the following pieces of poetic endeavor.
DAY -1
Keep Close
Keep close to what is most dear
To the truest voice, bend your ear
Keep close to who you were born to be
See beyond what mere mortals see
Keep close to promises you’ve made
Remember the greatest price ever paid
Keep close enough to hear the word
That rescues all who’ve heard
DAY 1
Best Versus Worst
These times were the absolute best
So we cherish them above the rest
But other days prove to be the worst
These aren’t memories we seek first
And if we read of ancient lore
We may miss those days of yore
Lest they speak of a rolling head
Or criers who bellow, “bring out your dead”
Pick a memory and find it sweet
Or choose the opposite and find defeat
For the very best of times
Can fall away to the worst crimes
DAY 2
From Here
From where I’m sitting, the world looks grey
And no one hears what I say
Hidden in this castle of glass
Waiting for these times to pass
But all it takes is one rock to shatter
This world that doesn’t matter
From over here, I can not see
That there is more to reality
DAY 3
Moon
Rise above this earth
Shine on me
Golden midnight moon
DAY 4
Unexpected
We buckle down and clean every morn
Waiting for all our trials to be bourn
By a maid we can finally afford
But what will I find once my hoard
Has been organized by my own hand
Another mess that I never planned
So I go back in and shift the mess
But no matter how often, it is never less
