Poem Of The Day: May And June

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Poem Of The Day #58

Why do I care that May is leaving, 
and June is looming with a summer grin?
Why do I fret whether time is laughing at me--
"Tick tock, tick tock, where is the fierce scribble
that you have always dreamed of?
I've lived 4.5 billion earthly years--
I'm tired of waiting."

I'm bitter, doubtful, weary,
like Mom and Grandma before me,
whom I love and hate, renounce and emulate. 

But it's not a passionate bitterness, 
not a screaming doubt, 
not a weariness bespeaking beautiful lament. 

I want to be bitterly entertaining, 
sweetly irreverent, kindly acerbic--
but achieving only half expressed thoughts, 
unstructured scrawl, incomplete plot,
and contrived ending. 

Time passes by as I type into the night.
I still admire the madness I don't have,
the obsession I hardly indulge, 
or the style that's never going to be mine. 

I know, something is changing--
I'm shedding the melancholy,
discarding the fear of ... just about everything. 

I know, something is simmering--
but I don't know what it is. 
Not yet. 





	

15 thoughts on “Poem Of The Day: May And June

        1. Haha, yes, I do feel so much more optimistic nowadays for no reason. I mean I still live the repetitive life I have always been living, but my mind is really different now. I think your comments contribute to it. LOL.

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