So what if it's June? My days have compressed into mere moments since my second son came about. I spent nearly an entire Sunday trying to fold the same load of laundry. Time keeps moving on, and I'm starting to catch up to it. Even if I'm still working on April projects in June.
NPMC Poem 22
Sometime today I heard the old song "Breaking Up is Hard to Do." The song is about trying to remember the good times in an attempt to avoid the a whole process of breaking up, and it got me to thinking about breaking up and why it is hard and why we try to avoid it sometimes even when it is what is the necessary course. So that is where this next poem comes from. As all National Poetry Month Challenge poems, it's unedited.
"Breaking Up"
We fall together
so easily
barely a breath
between being out
then in each other's lives
belongings accumulate
invisibly
nearly
then your place
is my place is
your place
Coming apart
is not so seamless
the separating is jagged
we both get cut
trying to reorganize the pieces
Finding your socks
under my bed
which isn't ours
isn't yours
they'e just
pieces of you
I don't remember
accepting
yet here they are
haunting
dragging this ordeal
through time
love is a flurry of moments
a whirlwind of kisses and glances
and when it stops
it crashes
scattering us across
the other's timeline
pitting and scarring
tearing us as we try
to undo what's been done
NPMC Poem 23
I meant to write a poem about loving chocolate and comparing it to an addiction, but I got to having fun with making a list instead.
"Addiction"
Drugs, pills, alcohol
coffee coffee
coffee
exercise, screen time
video games
and sex
shopping, stealing
and
driving way to fast
chocolate, sugar
you you
you
crafting, eating,
purging, grooming
buying lots of cats
giving, taking, falling,
breaking
breaking
breaking
NPMC Poem 24
This one is actually about my yard. Though I feel like it could symbolize something more.
"Results of Seeding"
The grass is balding
Thick in the back
thin in the front
that's the look of it
But it's really just coming in
after a long long long time
of being bare
the patches where it will not grow
mystify me still
we tilled it
seeded and loved it all the same
the rain feel indiscriminately
here and there
we nurtured the whole yard
on peat moss and waiting
yet some of it grew lush and full
too long still it grows
some of it came up thin and scared
and some still yet
refuses to grow
NPMC Poem 25
In light of some recent news events, the Pulse shooting being but one, this is all I have to say at the moment.
"Hate is Simple"
Hate is simple
it requires no investigation
no thought
just raw emotion
guided by narrow focus
on a few singular actions
or ideals
Hate is easy
it forgives you
relinquishes you of any sin
victimizes you
and creates caricature like villains
easy to shoot down
Hate doesn't listen
it doesn't understand
it only pushes
and festers
and strips the other down
straining life of complexity
Hate is simple
Hate is easy
Hate cares not for truth
NPMC Poem 22
Sometime today I heard the old song "Breaking Up is Hard to Do." The song is about trying to remember the good times in an attempt to avoid the a whole process of breaking up, and it got me to thinking about breaking up and why it is hard and why we try to avoid it sometimes even when it is what is the necessary course. So that is where this next poem comes from. As all National Poetry Month Challenge poems, it's unedited.
"Breaking Up"
We fall together
so easily
barely a breath
between being out
then in each other's lives
belongings accumulate
invisibly
nearly
then your place
is my place is
your place
Coming apart
is not so seamless
the separating is jagged
we both get cut
trying to reorganize the pieces
Finding your socks
under my bed
which isn't ours
isn't yours
they'e just
pieces of you
I don't remember
accepting
yet here they are
haunting
dragging this ordeal
through time
love is a flurry of moments
a whirlwind of kisses and glances
and when it stops
it crashes
scattering us across
the other's timeline
pitting and scarring
tearing us as we try
to undo what's been done
NPMC Poem 23
I meant to write a poem about loving chocolate and comparing it to an addiction, but I got to having fun with making a list instead.
"Addiction"
Drugs, pills, alcohol
coffee coffee
coffee
exercise, screen time
video games
and sex
shopping, stealing
and
driving way to fast
you you
you
crafting, eating,
purging, grooming
buying lots of cats
giving, taking, falling,
breaking
breaking
breaking
NPMC Poem 24
This one is actually about my yard. Though I feel like it could symbolize something more.
"Results of Seeding"
The grass is balding
Thick in the back
thin in the front
that's the look of it
But it's really just coming in
after a long long long time
of being bare
the patches where it will not grow
mystify me still
we tilled it
seeded and loved it all the same
the rain feel indiscriminately
here and there
we nurtured the whole yard
on peat moss and waiting
yet some of it grew lush and full
too long still it grows
some of it came up thin and scared
and some still yet
refuses to grow
NPMC Poem 25
In light of some recent news events, the Pulse shooting being but one, this is all I have to say at the moment.
"Hate is Simple"
Hate is simple
it requires no investigation
no thought
just raw emotion
guided by narrow focus
on a few singular actions
or ideals
Hate is easy
it forgives you
relinquishes you of any sin
victimizes you
and creates caricature like villains
easy to shoot down
Hate doesn't listen
it doesn't understand
it only pushes
and festers
and strips the other down
straining life of complexity
Hate is simple
Hate is easy
Hate cares not for truth
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