Poetry Month: Final Weeks [POETRY]

I finished poetry month strong, but somehow I didn’t post until today. I blame an obsession with a microfilm reader but the saga of that might be next Friday’s post, so I will leave you hanging.

What will my Friday posts contain in May and beyond? I think I’ve proven that I can’t post a novel as I write it. I actually started working on one and then a different idea latched onto my brain. Then I bounced back. I am still considering whether or not actual clones would help me do everything I need and want to do, but I fear a “Multiplicty” situation.

Day 19

Pen Persona

Pick me up

It’s been too long

Before you sup

Jot a song

Make a list

Write a note

Clenched in fist

On me, you dote

But you forget 

You just met

This device

Devil’s vice

Grips your soul

As I roll

Back once more

To obscure

Day 20

The Wrestle With Rest

Weary legs beg for cease

Worn heart warns of decease

If a moment of rest unfound

Brings the stress to abound

Yet here I stand on my way to rest

But I can’t until one final test

Is accomplished and feet will rise 

As lids cover weary eyes

So close to where I am still

But another task defies my will

And once more mom muddles through

No rest until nothing remains to do

Day 21

My Day

Seize it, grab it, call it mine

Buck up girl, straighten that spine

Every day was truly made for you

You decide to win, what you will do

Drop that baggage, let it go

Toss back your hair, let it show

Ignore them and the lies they say

Show the world this is your day

Day 22

Tell or Don’t 

Tell me all the secrets hidden

Or keep them close, unbidden

Tell me all the truths you know

Or stifle them so they won’t grow

Tell me what you think of me

Or nod along, confess not what you see

Tell me where you think your going

Or distract me with what we’re not doing

Tell me again what is the plan

Or tell me not for I’m no man

Day 23

Book ‘em

Well loved, well read

Lose your head

In the worst of times

Or solve crimes

Indomitable sleuth

Will find the truth 

Before you take a splash

Or remembered a dash

Of seasoning to flavor

A dish you can savor

Before diving back in

To see if whale will win

Or be defeated by man

Shelf after shelf, a plan

To turn each page

Read every word before last age

Day 24

Witching Hour

Her witching hour strikes at random

She sneaks about in her fandom

Catching glimpses of silly kids 

Who break their bones and flip their lids

Then she races from place to place

Soon shocked to see a groggy face

Begging her to return to bed

And place her pillow under weary head

She’s no witch yet at some unknown hour

She’ll give in to sneaky need for power

Day 25

Remembered

Pink shorts, flowers on long blue sleeves

Teardrops falling as all hope leaves

Chicken backwash in cocoa cup

Drink one more to stay up

This night will haunt a whole life 

More so for the would be wife

But three daughters will mourn still

A father who imbued in them skill

And patience to do the work right

And leave them wishing that this night

Had been a dream, waking to see

That worst nightmare isn’t reality

Day 26

Never Done

Start with waking

Then start shaking

Dust from your feet

Clean on repeat 

Help them dress

Build your stress

Make food to devour

Get them out this hour

As they learn

Try not to burn

Your breakfast, you dance

Hoping for a chance

To rest but that

Isn’t where you’re at

As tasks pile up

For after you sup

Day 27

New Plan

The old plan has failed

And all hope has sailed

That you can excel

But that is as well

Because revaluation

And weeks of tabulation 

Have brought you here

To a plan more dear

That will lift you above 

To that which you love

So you can become you

And live life anew

Day 28

Red Rims

Glasses return to hide eyes

That wear sorrow to disguise

Yet one needn’t hide the red

No one is looking for their pain

Some days they could be dead

For all the notice they obtain 

Eventually the tears can’t flow

And we can’t hide, all will know

That one was unworthy, other wept

As they struggled and vows kept

So open your eyes, comfort the red

Before you have lost, before it is said

Day 29

Near

Near the beginning, so new 

The very thought of you

Sends shudders up my spine

And hope that you are mine

You could look me in the eyes 

And ply me with lies

But now your truth slips in

You just wanted to win

And now, if you can’t begin anew

I might need to release you

Are we near the end

Have I lost you, friend

Can you remember respect

And not wanting to reject

Every word from my mouth

When did you turn south

While I headed northwest

This isn’t us, isn’t for the best

So apply yourself to this

Or you’ll have me to miss

Day 30

Weary Once More

Rest never came

Behind closed eyes

Now we wait again

Will we sleep

Or toil until

Oft weary muscles

Drop over-worked bones

To a solid floor

While fluttering thoughts

Fill an aching head

For some weariness 

Is the way of the world 

And a bonus:

Pensive

Deep in my nature

I am only only here to write

What you want to say