Nothing new happened today
unless you count
the fragrance of the air
reminding child you of the day
you knew snow
would not return again soon
so you leave the windows open
even as the clouds
turn a dark brighter shade of gray
and set the tea upon the window sill
as you walk the neighborhood
smiling at every face you meet
even though distance is kept
like a promised thing
a rose with fragrance not quite
as sweet as when you return
to count the minutes
until a new thing begins
like dinner or the difference
between strangers
greeting each other on the street
and never looking back at each
Tag: Poetry
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MayPoWriMo 1
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NaPoWriMo 30
Each day is a circular struggle not
to remember the dreams I had last night
so that they may be continued still at
a later date when sleep returns to light
Escaping from the ongoing trials
brings new and undeniable sunsets
reflecting the clouds and turning spirals
of hopes and dreams later built on regrets
I have no wisdom no words that I learned
in this apocalyptic draft writing
if printed out they surely must be burned
despite the torpor you should keep fighting
for words to share in taking breath along
of what are we but song but deathless song
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NaPoWriMo 29
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NaPoWriMo 28
In the end we are
just pieces of earth walking
around and around
Universal mind
come to understand itself
individual
Yet completely whole
and in that whole unknowing
of greater being
Which is becoming
all the time and forever
another instant
Who is to say God
gets itself a bit lonely
when we go missing
Only we are not
lost for a moment or so
to wipe the slate clean
Living memory
being what it is and all
come home now come home
We wait here for you
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NaPoWriMo 27
It is enough to know you are not living
through this episode even though
you died not long after it had begun
enough to begin with the thought of
how prescient the idea of living without
breath was even for one more day
enough to remember your handwriting
your strings your attachments your voice
stirring the empty porch light night air
enough to keep some aspect of you
alive in the thoughts of my own each day
even if thinking cannot bring you back
enough to say I wish I could say to you
you are entirely and completely enough
that you could hear even if it remains unsaid
except on this page and in the way
I keep waking knowing you are not there
even in the unknowing it is never enough
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NaPoWriMo 26
My mind all day
has been trying
to remember
dreams from
the night before
but they vanish as
soon as identified
not unlike
the moment when
you wake up
after a nightmare
struggling for air
trying to scream
and instead
for dear life itself
you wake up
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NaPoWriMo 25
Out here we can’t see
the forest for the trees for
they are approaching
faster and faster
and the path has not been set
too much undergrowth
overlaid with weeds
no one can separate from
desirable plants
now we’re really screwed
no way to tell if the roots
have been uprooted
because of the storm
or if in our infinite
wisdom we broke them
with our stupid will
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NaPoWriMo 24
Look at us all standing around here
in this ordinary nightly dream
involving food in public places
huddled together against the cold and dark
breathing the same unfiltered air
exchanging words through vocal cords
not pixelated catastrophe squares
wrapping our minds around
what’s become of this place
since we left it go to wrack and ruin
no one does the lawns anymore
we’re cutting our own bangs
because no appointments are available
and we’ve each become experts
at growing our own yeast in jars
for some godforsaken unknowable reason
as if the infestation at the root
of the problem suddenly became incurable
as if someone didn’t sit down at a table
with their so-called friends and said
all are welcome here in this place
including these pestering dreams of mortality
reaching for the right ingredient
at the wrong time and space
I never thought my waking horror daydreams
would ever come to pass that I would
be stuck inside with only screens for comfort
while outside unimaginable scenes unfolded
with no one to witness and adjust or drive the car
no one standing outside the window
with a screen in their hands and mask
on their face as the only goodbye
these people will ever know in this life
cut short even though it lasts so very long
so long dear friends fellow travelers so long
we’ll meet again when our bodies
are no longer made of dust or wind
just light and silence so loud it breaks through
we will embrace in the end I have to believe
these molecules can only be apart so long
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NaPoWriMo 23
When I look on the internet these days
I see the things I’ve never seen before
And time it seems is measured by its sways
Just back and forth as if it were a bore
I cannot see the path we all must take
Until the facts agreed upon aren’t scarce
For news is real no matter if it’s fake
Disaster movies turning into farce
I’d rather read a book or go to bed
Prepare a meal with whom I call my home
Are words enough to say we have been fed
Our friends displaced too scared to be alone
This sonnet does not need a final rhyme
We have not world enough for us just time
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NaPoWriMo 22
Way back when the earth
might still have a fighting chance
they staged funerals
wearing masks in streets
with air and noise pollution
thick with rock music
and so many crowds
it was a different era
we could use those masks
for real now we’re stuck
inside our homes all day long
if we are lucky
but when we go out
and pass others in the aisle
it’s almost surreal
to think how maybe
since it’s been over two weeks
that I’ve had to shop
for things I’ll mostly
just throw away in the end
the world is cleaner
maybe if we just
stopped moving around so much
the earth could then heal
it’s not that simple
I know but obviously
my mind will wander
it can’t do much else
Joshua Keiter 