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365 Days of Poetry: Day Three-Hundred and Thirty-Two

this is not right.
adjustment constant work.
fifteen years and still.
the thoughts of periwinkle blue siding.
and brick red shutters.
do not leave.

this was the first breaking.
never quite repaired.
sense of abandonment.
eats away and nothing sticks.
a balcony large enough for reading.
and roses on the floor.
almost made it.

the hole is within.
no outside force able to fill.
what was the world for more.
than half my life, humor me.
I hear a language that does not recognize.
what love and life can be.
Starla will not cease her leaving.

365 Days of Poetry: Day Three-Hundred and One

can’t use my conditioner.
without thinking of you.

a haunting.
suppose it’s the right time of year.

the last place became unbearable.
you were everywhere.

here, it is more a flashback.
constant highlights of dawn.

moving on, the steps are heavy.
not too proud to beg, but it is futile.

memory shudders and stirs.
one barely sane day to the next.

this shelter is cold.
empty of your words.

365 Days of Poetry: Day Two-Hundred and Seventy-Seven

a trick of the trail.
little things I missed.
the song of familiar birds.
a hum behind the world.
a proper light.
a concrete stoop.
changing without worry of discovery.
a backbeat.
and leaves fall.
from familiar trees.

365 Days of Poetry: Day Two-Hundred and Seventy-Six

it is still not.
the end of my day.
so I do not consider.
this a late poem.
I will not self-inflict harm.
over some imaginary lost day.
when I have moved.
to a semi-permanent affair.

I left the house today.

365 Days of Poetry: Day Two-Hundred and Sixty

no where feels quite right.
limbo is the name of my days.
it’s been this way for a long, long time.
since teenage pride was lost on me.
and the hallways echoed with laughter.

teach me where to be.
the homes I’ve lost weren’t right.
and now we stumble against the grain.
pushed to pray, pushed to fight.
perfection is madness and madness is mine.

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