Queue up Joni Mitchell's chorus before reading this poem, 🎵"Don't it always seem to go when you don't know what you got till it's gone."🎵 This poem was written sometime in 1996. All Alone Now that you're gone I'm all by myself I'm all alone I never had enough time To spend with you But… Continue reading A Poem #2
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A Poem #1
So as of last week, I posted a year's worth of poems. I decided to start a new group this week. This poem was written around 1993. I tried to make hanging out in my basement with my cats sound poetic. 😺 This is from the era when I first started writing poetry seriously. Secret… Continue reading A Poem #1
A Poem – Week Fifty-Two
Counting this post, I have posted a year's worth of weekly poems. It has taken me over a year to do so, but life happens. I remember writing this poem while sitting outside watching a storm brew. I was written around 1993 or 1994. Storm Storm you are brewing The winds are getting stronger Blowing… Continue reading A Poem – Week Fifty-Two
A Poem – Week Fifty-One
'Here's a poem from July 13, 1997 about an imaginary jerk. Of Missing Person He's of missing person He's out of my life He says I can't control him Because I'm not his wife It's been almost a year Since he walked out the door When he shattered my heart When he said he doesn't… Continue reading A Poem – Week Fifty-One
A Poem – Week Fifty
This poem was written on July 18, 1997. It's about immaturity. I don't really remember why I wrote this, but it echoes some of the same thoughts reflected in my book, Asleep and Dreaming. Aging in the Land of the Young When do people grow up And move on with their lives? Even many years… Continue reading A Poem – Week Fifty
A Poem – Week Forty-Nine and My New Poetry Book is Available(!)
This poem was written on July 31, 1997. Time Is Short and The Water Rises Life is short and sweet, So you have to move on There is no time to waste We have to move on Before the water covers our heads And everything will be over Because time is short And the water… Continue reading A Poem – Week Forty-Nine and My New Poetry Book is Available(!)
A Poem – Week Forty-Eight
This poem, written on November 18, 1996, is a companion piece to the recently posted poem, Self-Hate. Self-Love Today's the day I'll be all I can be Today's the day I'll stand up for me No more falling in the shadow trap I'll reach the top And achieve my goals I will never stop Working… Continue reading A Poem – Week Forty-Eight
Blood, sweat and poetry
I was up last night at 2 a.m. writing poetry. The words don't always come to me, but when they do, I have to write them down. I woke up around 8 a.m. and looked at what I wrote. It's a good thing I captured the words last night because I don't even remember having… Continue reading Blood, sweat and poetry
A Poem – Week Forty-Seven
I spent a lot of time in 1996 writing about imaginary relationships. Here's another one and I won't promise you there will not be more. If I could time travel... I would hug my mother and tell her how much I love her and buy a bunch of clothes and discontinued snacks because priorities... Question:… Continue reading A Poem – Week Forty-Seven
