Have you ever felt the emptiness
inside a lover’s sigh,
the sharp pang of disappointment
the sweet, scalding lack of purpose
an indelible and deeply-etched
longing for the sublime
channeled through
the parted lips upon your skin,
sweat splashing on your brow
as if in ritual immersion,
as you drown beneath the sorrows of a life?
State of the Blog
So it’s been about a year since I started this blog — and a lot has happened since last November. I suffered a concussion just before finals, and had to take an incomplete in a couple of classes (that means I had to finish the coursework later). I continue to struggle with rent and medical expenses from those April hospital visits, with a couple more hefty bills added on for good measure when I suddenly developed a severe food allergy in August, which I’m still trying to get under control. In the middle of that, I’ve made the leap to working as a full-time freelancer.
It’s become clear to me that I cannot always consistently post a poem every day — especially if I’m already spending all day writing. It leaves me a little braindead and not very…poetic. I will continue to post several times a week, daily if possible, because I enjoy the blog. But I think after a difficult year of trying to hold myself to a poem-a-day standard, it’s time to dispense with the rules and just write poetry as I’m able. The final product is usually superior, and I don’t get trapped in “post something horrible or disappoint myself by failing to meet my goal” mode.
So, to sum up: the blog is not going away, but I’m not going to pretend I can actually post every day.
Observing the Hourglass
The grains slip by slowly at first,
a trickle, barely noticed,
but as the sand continues down
pace steadily increasing,
then moments, then days, then years
fly by — silently diminishing.
(This is my prompt for this week’s One Single Impression.)
Fall Back
Today,
I slept in
a whole
extra
hour.
Standing Ground
Food allergies:
you can rip
these chocolate chip cookies
from my cold,
dead,
anaphylactic
hands.