There's no real repair for a split end
except for a snip.
Ideal to catch it early
before the damage travels
fraying and weakening the whole strand,
ruining all of what came before.
Perhaps I am at fault,
for proper care would have
prevented such.
But that is hindsight and now there is
split end after split end.
Too many build -
perhaps it would be better
to chop it all off
and start fresh.
Holding on is sometimes a sunk cost fallacy.
Learn to let go.
Tag: 2024 April Poetry Challenge
No Regrets
that idealized love
which fuels us
(all of us
in the secret places of our hearts
that we do not admit)
exists
But it is:
not always returned;
not always understood;
not always perfect;
not immune to the ravages
of the mortal coil.
Here is a miracle:
that all of the generations existed
that your mother met your father
and through happenstance
whether sorrowful or beautiful
you existed.
that through all the ages, wars, and devastations
my line of ancestors persevered
and led to me.
that somehow, despite the breadth and width and depth
of the whole of the world
we met.
through some small twist of fate
we might not have been
and yet we are.
Existing to meet,
meeting itself –
a miracle.
And yet
love returned is rare.
Yes, it’s not fair.
But we all know the rules of the game
and the rewards
and the worth behind the risk.
Ode to Potatoes
You’re perfect in anything
I will never not love you
Fried, mashed, baked or chipped
Or tossed into a stew
Seasoned and dressed
In any way will do
Despite any diet
We’re never quite through
I can never say no
And will never be untrue.
Ah… yes, my darling?
A truth you pursue?
Would I choose you or potatoes?
…If only you knew.
Daffodils
The first brief breath of warmth
sunshine yellow
appreciated brightness after
frigid grey
symbolizing rebirth
and yet
somehow they also stand
for the love I hold for you.
To give many is to give good fortune
To give one is to give misfortune
How a little flower that hardly lasts
the whole of a month
can encompass such a duality
as contrasting night to day
symbolizing hope
and yet
somehow they also stand
for the love I hold for you.
April Fools
First poem of the poetry challenge! Stayed up to midnight to play with it and get a head start. It’s choppy as fuck! Deal with it! 😛
We’re all April fools, fools for spring,
fiends for brighter dawnings,
higher hopes, warmer nights,
renewal and delight.
Winter’s crispness bows to boughs,
swaying blossoms cover ground,
petrichor hangs in the air,
birds sing, love dares.
The atmosphere leaves us reeling,
giddy, silly, full of feeling.
The world is green, it all seems new:
But beware – the world tricks you.
mehryment 