This was a project I did basically during the pandemic. I started writing a poem a day. Once ‘real life’ started again it got harder to write everyday, which is interesting.
lead to collapse
the cold shoulder
the subtle brush-off
an overt dismissal
a turn and a cough
all of these signals
used lightly perhaps
create confusion
lead to collapse
I so much prefer
the warmth of a hug
the flash of a smile
no trace of the smug
a gift we can give
to one and to all
drop our defenses
trust we won’t fall
the sunlight of silence
a brain made soggy
by a downpour of information
a mind made sharp
by the sunlight of silence
which will you choose?
reset the clocks
Oh! I woke up
to a twisting of time
my phone re-adjusted
what did not was my mind
the light feels so different
It can’t be that late!
I can reset the clocks
on my brain, I must wait!
closing doors
here comes the wind
still no snow
dark again
it’s winter, no?
as it seems
all things will change
the mind must shift
and rearrange
what was once
is no more
we must adjust
to closing doors
blankets and thick doors
rainy and cold Sunday
the dreariest indeed
stay under the covers
watch a movie or read
pause to be grateful
you weren’t born before
walls and roofs and windows
blankets and thick doors
Abigail Miller
Abigail Miller loved her stuff.
She never thought she had enough.
Piles and piles of books and papers,
her rooms filled up with crooked skyscrapers.
She bought online and in the store,
her heart beat loud — more more more!
To what end did Abigail strive?
She thought her things made her alive.
But she was wrong, our friend Miss Miller,
it was love of stuff that truly killed her.
She buried her heart in all that clutter.
It kept folks out. Her love got shuttered.
teeter totter
teeter totter
calm then bothered
modern life
human strife
all our stuff
never enough
words people days stuff
words people days stuff
all can have a weight
we pile on the meaning
make it do or die
that rarely is the truth at all
no matter what we say
words people days stuff
it all just glides on by
Sweet Sweet Candy
Oh! Sweet sweet candy
As far as my phone can see
Oh! sweet sweet candy
Delivered up, just for me
Oh! so gooey is Facebook
I chew and I chew and I chew
The posts keep on a’comin
No matter if I’ve something to do
Oh! the sweetness of Insta
So gorgeous and luscious to taste
I can’t stop scrolling and scrolling
Don’t leave any fine morsel to waste
Oh! the bitter of Twitter
A bit more dangerous, perhaps?
I’m not sure what I’m into
When I quit, I quickly relapse
Oh! here’s the richness of YouTube
I may never leave this here spot
Images and sounds like molten dark chocolate
I don’t care if it’s true or not!
Oh! so perfect, it’s TikTok
Like licking a sweet lollipop
These people, what are they doing??
I think I may never stop
Oh! My Sweet Sweet Candy
I’m sure this is taking a toll
Who cares, here comes more, goodbye my dear friends
I’m going back to doom scroll!