Highway: A Poem | Day 27 of National Poetry Writing Month

Highway: A Poem I never got the chanceTo witness how your handsFold over the steering wheel,And the degree your head tiltsAs you drive.I never experiencedWhat it was like to press 70On the summer highwayWith you.I visualize your eyesReplicating in color of blurring landscapes -The pale blue of distant mountains,The gold of the evening,The green of … Continue reading Highway: A Poem | Day 27 of National Poetry Writing Month

January: A Poem | Day 25 of National Poetry Writing Month

January: A Poem Reflecting onOlden Januarys,We sort memoriesAttempting to make senseOf it all.Once an empty jar,Collections of lifeBrim, the lid gives.Using horoscopesLike flashing arrows,Coaxing us in a direction -We still alwaysEnd up here.A type of oldA kind of new,Fresh like summer shorts worn first.Reflecting onOlden Januarys,We sort memoriesAttempting to make senseOf it all andWe still … Continue reading January: A Poem | Day 25 of National Poetry Writing Month

Ice: A Poem | Day 22 of National Poetry Writing Month

Ice: A Poem Like a block of iceStuck in my mind,I heard your name everywhere.Louder than the silenceOf snowfall,Quieter than the frenzy ofA train -Falling somewhere in the middleBut it still made my ear ache.The magnitudeOf a single syllable,Blaring loudAnd I wished to burn it fromExistence.It came with its own scent,Its own pang of painIn … Continue reading Ice: A Poem | Day 22 of National Poetry Writing Month

The Moon: A Poem | Day 21 of National Poetry Writing Month

The Moon: A Poem What if I sentA thank you noteTo the moon?Earning my trustJust like the astronauts -All those miles away.You're a secret keeper unlikeThe falsified othersI've met before.Beams like hydrationSifting softly throughCracks in the blinds,You listened to theConcoctions of scenariosInside my mind.What if I sentA thank you noteTo the moon?Like necklacesWeaved in the … Continue reading The Moon: A Poem | Day 21 of National Poetry Writing Month

Paper Cuts: A Poem | Day 17 of National Poetry Writing Month

Paper Cuts: A Poem I have a scarThat slices throughMy most meaningful smilesAnd tucked betweenMy teeth are the namesOf those who told me to neverStop grinning.Like a twinI thought of you asThe second blemish,Marking permanence.I'd rather have paper cuts. Gone and over nowI'm thrilled to shake you off,Comfortably curling fingers into my palm,And slipping them … Continue reading Paper Cuts: A Poem | Day 17 of National Poetry Writing Month