November-Poem-a-Day on A Geek's Life

30. Forgiveness

Mon, 30 Nov 2020 13:41:00 +0000

For Day 30 of the November Poem-A-Day Challenge. Photo by Marco Ceschi on Unsplash. After Dilruba Ahmed

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And I am learning

to forgive myself,

to not let the weight

of the worries of the world

hang heavy on my head,

to accept that sometimes

the broken things

around my feet

are the world being itself,

that sometimes beauty slips out

like light through a cracked down

from the riven parts of a fragile bowl,

14. What I Remember

Sun, 15 Nov 2020 07:18:31 +0000

Photo by Hannah Olinger on Unsplash. For Day 14 of the November Poem-A-Day Challenge

Her voice
is an echo
from afar,
the song one
that I remember
her singing
over me.
Sleep -
child sleep,
London bridge
is falling down,
black sheep
have no wool
for you.
The world
has snatched
her presence
but the
memories etched
in the linings
of my mind linger
and remain.

13. A Prayer For The Prodigal

Sat, 14 Nov 2020 04:31:00 +0000

Photo by Olesia Misty on Unsplash. For Day 13 of the November Poem-A-Day Challenge

You have carried yourself
into a far country
untethering yourself
from the strings
of domesticity
and caring and the hold
of warm soup bubbling
over the warm embers
of Mother’s hearth.

You have dragged
your portion of our things
over the misty mountains
into a strange place where
the voice of the Matriarch
is obscured by the cooing of the birds
and the singing of the sirens.

7. This Time

Sun, 08 Nov 2020 08:39:00 +0000

Photo by Douglas Bagg on Unsplash. For Day 7 of the November Poem-A-Day Challenge.

may the ones
that death took
this time
not have been
lost in vain.
may the scars
etched into our bodies,
our minds and our skins
by the daily pressure
of oppression be
a reminder of what was
but no longer is,
because this time
we pressed through
against the odds
and found light
for the future ones.

6. Dreaming

Sat, 07 Nov 2020 16:32:00 +0000

Photo by Jr Korpa on Unsplash. For Day 6 of the November Poem-A-Day Challenge.

and so
I find myself falling,
arms flailing desperately
trying to find solid ground
clutching at the air
as though it, perchance, might
become a rock beneath my feet.
in the moment vertigo wins
the battle for my mind,
I awake with a jolt.
It has been
a dream.

5. Ruin

Fri, 06 Nov 2020 08:26:53 +0000

Dunnottar Castle. For Day 5 of the November Poem-A-Day Challenge, a poem about beautiful ruins.

You come from afar
bearing the gift
of your open self
to this place
from whence they say
the honours of the land
once slipped, hid
in the hem of a buxom
lady’s dress.

What you see
are its tired walls straining
against the pressure
of the wind, clinging
with their last lives
to the cliffs that saved them
from past wars.

4. Self-care

Thu, 05 Nov 2020 13:35:05 +0000

Photo by Danielle MacInnes on Unsplash. For Day 4 of the November Poem-A-Day Challenge.

Learn
which voices
to let escape
the guards
around your
ears. Accept
the things
which return,
their hold
unyielding.
Breathe, because
the things the
heart beats for
are the things
which leave
it raw.

3. Dreaming

Wed, 04 Nov 2020 16:48:29 +0000

Photo by Johannes Plenio on Unsplash. For Day 3 of the November Poem A Day Challenge. A poem about dreaming.

And still,
I find myself
reaching for the
solidity of certain
earth, my feet aching
for the cold comfort
of the morning sand,
breaking my free fall.
This is a fevered dream
that returns each night
in which i find that home
though close, disappears
in the dim distance.

2. Home

Tue, 03 Nov 2020 16:27:39 +0000

Photo by Lea Böhm on Unsplash. For Day 2 of the November Poem A Day Challenge. A Poem for when the unexpected triggers memories of home.

It hangs heavy

on the heart, its heft

never ever far away it seems,

always lurking, always waiting

always ready to spring to life

to the lines of a song suddenly

borne on the wind, or the whiff

of mothballs, unlocking the memory

of the gathering, and of ritual.

1. Finding Home

Mon, 02 Nov 2020 17:40:41 +0000

For the November Poem-A-Day challenge. A poem about Entering, but mainly about leaving…

On the days when I wake

to a haze hiding the lushness

of the valley below, its shadow

hanging heavy like a shroud

on limbs shrivelled by the ravages

of time, I ponder the bland bleakness

of air heavy with water, how it smothers

life, and the beauty of things.

Each day where the light yields