October 2021

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About Poemography

To commemorate the tenth anniversary of my Poem-A-Day Project, I am reprising my daily poetry challenge in 2021.

Every day this year—from January 1st until the 31st of December—I will create a new poem inspired by whatever moves me at the moment I sit down to compose that day's poem, publishing them here with subscription-free access for all.  

Every Tuesday throughout the year, I will write and publish one bonus poem that will be available exclusively to my Patrons on Patreon.

In 2022, I will publish a book of my complete poems, spanning more than 40 years of poetry writing. The complete collection of poems will be published in a limited edition hardbound book available for purchase. As an added feature, I'm considering releasing some of the poems in this collection as spoken word recordings by a variety of special guest readers. Enjoy the year!

16OCT21

Can't Stay, Won't Go

 ​

You could say it's my life's

Biggest conundrum; how can

Someone be so happy and so sad

All at the same time? How can malaise

And discontent be so overwhelming that

My very spirit is run down into the

Ground, crushed and trampled

Upon, left in a heap to die

A slow and painful death?

Elated by the cold dark sky 

Disheartened by the warming sun

No middle ground, nothing to appease

The discontent that has taken hold of my

Soul; I cannot stay in the maelstrom

And I will never venture out again

Into the tempest of inhumanity

15OCT21

From Within

 ​

I have to keep reminding

Myself that my greatest

Source of happiness

And fulfillment

 

Come from

Within; that my

Overindulgences of

Whims and fancies are

Nurtured by the dreams

I dream of you and I

Walking hand in

Hand along

Some sandy

Beach in Atrani,

Where our love was

Born and lasted forever

14OCT21

The Star

 ​

Once upon a time

A star fell in love

With a girl; one

Day the star

Confessed

His love to the

Girl who said a

Girl could never love

A star for it was too

Old, too far away

And oh so very

Very bright

But, said

The girl, your

Love for me will

Be my guiding light

13OCT21

Soup

 ​

For warmth

And comfort

Each spoonful

Gently reminding

Me of home and

My lover's gaze

As I pass from

Lips I long to

Kiss with a

Slow delicate

Breath of desire;

I am the phantom

Of your yearning

That can only be

Conjured up 

In a dream

12OCT21

Grateful For

 ​

Clothes on my back

Roof over my head

Food in my belly

Bed to sleep on

Satisfying work

Healthy children

Money in the bank

Bicycle to get around

Relatively good health

A few good friends

Plenty of free time

Restful sleep

Imagination

Music and film

Reading and writing

The splendid gift of life

11OCT21

Sixes and Sevens

 ​

We'll never see eye to eye

The chasm between us will

Only ever grow wider and

More distant; perhaps that

Was because the stars we

Followed never aligned in

The first place; but here we

Are and this is who we have

 Become; not even strangers

As strangers often extend a

Helping hand or kind words

Of support to those who seek

Such things; ours is a world

Of sixes and sevens, where

Nothing ever melds; it is a

Place of sad disparagement

10OCT21

Mental Health

 ​

I won't be intimidated by the leaves

Limp and browning, flaunting their

Imminent death, taunting me with

Their suicidal fall from the trees

Outside of my window; and I

Won't be moved by the morning

Fog, blotting out the sun, inspiring

The dismal haze to supplant the joy

The sunshine brings; but I know the

Sun is there, hidden, momentarily,

Behind the clouds, waiting ever

So patiently to reveal its rays;

I will not allow nature or the

Subtle cruelties of the season to

Belittle my sensibilities or taunt my

Always-fragile state of mental health

09OCT21

The Crystal Jar

 ​

It's been sitting there forever

The crystal jar; collecting

Stardust and memories

Of faraway places

Traveled alone but

Never lonely, the sun

And moon your guiding

Lights through the universe

With your pilgrim's staff

And scallop shell you

Walked the Way of

Saint James; you,

A stranger of this

Earth, a goddess-like

Force, enlightened by an

Odyssey to end of the world

08OCT21

Apeldoorn

 ​

I'll never go

But I could;

I wonder

If I'd

Be

The one

Chosen to

Come there

To Apeldoorn

To live and

Make a

New

Life

In these

Final, lonely

Remaining years

07OCT21

Misconstruction

 ​

It's most likely a case of

Being delusional, seeing

What I want to see and

Hearing what I want to

Hear; or maybe I have

Simply reached the point

Of no return, drowning in

My own madness while

Everyone simply gazes

Upon my folly walking

On by without as much

As throwing me line or

Dousing me with a few

Subtle slanders; but they

Didn't see the way you

Looked at me, did they

06OCT21

Safe Harbor

 ​

I am not a saint,

Nor am I a sinner;

I have found there is

A balance between the

Two that without a great

Deal of effort can be,

At least most of the

Time, attainable;

So, when I look

Upon you with my

Wanton eyes, please

Do not reproach me as

I will cause you no harm

Not today, tomorrow

Or ever; let me be

Your safe harbor

 

05OCT21

Either Way

 ​

Either way I come out ahead

No better, no worse but simply

Balanced, stable and worthy of

Whatever the outcome might be;

But there is the question of focus

And will or will I not be able to

Keep my sights set on the task

At hand; or, once the thing is

Set in motion, will I or won't I

Find the wherewithal to keep my

Proverbial boat afloat; and a more

Pressing question is once the thing is

Afloat, where in the world will it take

Me and once I'm there, what exactly

Will I do? Whatever the answer is

I'll come out ahead either way

04OCT21

The Bad Fruit

 ​

Second guessing

And doubting; I've

Been thinking lately

That perhaps it's me

The bad fruit; I mean

There's always that

Possibility that I'm

The one who is

Poisoning the

Tree; making all

That surrounds me

Decay and loathsome;

But then again, life has

A way of reaffirming

The truth and all that

Is irreproachable

 

03OCT21

Granville Avenue Beach

 ​

I'd like to think of heaven as a

Heavy wooden armchair with

Thick wide slats set just at the

Edge of the sand at Granville

 

Avenue beach where the smell

Of frankfurters and Dusseldorf

Mustard from Café Brauer waft

Through the clammy summer air

My grandfather returns with the

Vanilla soft-serve cone I'd been

Begging him for all afternoon

And as I stood there on the hot

Sidewalk dancing overjoyed at

Receiving my reward, it was too

Late before I saw the ice cream

Had melted all over my sailor suit

02OCT21

Living in My Mind

 ​

It's a safe place

Living in my mind

Where thoughts run

Uninhibited and quiet

Where I can imagine

My life with you in

Paradise while I

Remain in light

There are worlds

I create in dreams

Where I can feel you

Softly touching my head

I will awake to a sunrise

Find you by my side

And nothing will

Ever be as real

01OCT21

Blip on the Map

 ​

I watch contemplatively

     As the blip on the map

Gets closer and closer

     To its final destination

But I also watch with

     Sadness and reserve

Thinking about what's

     Flowing through your

Mind while you're

     Riding your bike or

Sitting on the tram

     Coming and going

To a faraway place

     Where you're made

To conform, to do as

     You're told and learn