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  • Feb 17, 2021
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Procrastination

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A poem about victims of political rhetoric.

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No Happy Poems

 

In my month of funk

All I write is gloom

I put down the pen

Call you instead

 

What are you doing?

How are the kids?

How is your health?

How’s the weather?

 

Words hardly matter

The sound of your voice lifts

Like a chorus of woodland birds

On a dream filled sunrise

 

Your spirit, a snow flurry

On a sunny day

Pales my storm clouds

They sweep away

Like an afternoon tropic rain

 

Your mind steady and strong

As an ancient redwood

Towering over my puny worries

Providing a shady peace

 

We laugh at this folly called living

The tongue in cheek passion play

Knowing one good sunset cocktail

Can cure a thousand ills

 

After our goodbyes

You stay in my thoughts

A nourishing meal for my soul

Though no happy poems come

I pick up the pen again