Trying to find poetry in print is often a frustrating exercise for me. There is plenty of it out there; the hard part is finding poems that I can connect with. I was looking at books in the poetry section of Third Place Books this afternoon; this poem followed not long after.
Life
Dear Friday…
Dear Friday,
Three-part sleep is still sleep…
Love,
Kevin
(23 December 2016)
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
Trixie must learn to stop using her new alarm cat powers once I have already got out of bed…
Love,
Kevin
(22 December 2016)
Winter Solstice 2016 (a poem)
Trixie woke me up this morning at the exact time of the solstice—2:44 a.m.…
Dear Wednesday…
Dear Wednesday,
Trixie must learn to use her new alarm cat powers for good—not for waking me up at 2:30…
Love,
Kevin
(21 December 2016)
The year without Xmas (a poem)
Normally, even when I am feeling depressed about it, it still feels like Xmas. This year has been different—with all the hand-wringing, angst, and anxiety about the election, it has not felt even a little bit like Xmas…
Dear Tuesday…
Dear Tuesday,
I’m not asking you to clean up after Monday—but isn’t there something you can do?
Love,
Kevin
(20 December 2016)
Lonely Xmas evening (a poem)
Went to an Xmas show this evening, as I’ve done for all but one of the last five years. One of the performers was a very beautiful burlesque dancer. I wonder about myself sometimes…
Dear Monday…
Dear Monday,
I was going to say it feels like Monday…
Love,
Kevin
(19 December 2016)
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
You and Saturday are in cahoots, aren’t you? Brrr…
Love,
Kevin
(18 December 2016)
