For those of you who are new to this site, Poems of the Day are written with great abandon, not care and attention. They come from within, allowed to be weird, accepted as quick rather than craftsman-like. I will put one of mine here, and I encourage you to do the same. Accept your wild inner postures and let them out onto the page. Say “yes” rather than “oh no.” Just write.
Poem of the Day 05/11/16
“All shall be well” –Julian of Norwich
But I sleep alone in the wrong bed.
“Que sera, sera” –Doris Day
The path leads down and away
“Sometimes the magic works, and sometimes it doesn’t.” –Old Lodge Skins in Little Big Man
I scream and cry, and only then grow silent.
“Things fall apart; the center cannot hold” –Yeats
But the kitchen is clean.
“Ring around the rosy, a pocket full of posies.” –Children’s nursery rhyme
Nature grows thin when love is gone.
“Time is on my side.” –The Rolling Stones
I ache, listening to the clock he made.
“He who can destroy a thing, controls it.” –Frank Herbert, Dune
I stare. I wonder. I wait.
“Where go the boats?” –Robert Louis Stevenson