#OctPoWriMo-Day 2: Poems and Notes to You

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By Jesi Scott

 

Hastily scribbled,

His goodbye was four words long

-Short and to the point-

 

Breaking up is hard to do,

Or so all the sad songs say.

 

* Day 2-Write a poem or note to “you”, whether it be to yourself or someone else. Find your audience and then write a tanka or cinquain. I chose to write a tanka, though both would have lent itself well to my poem. But I like writing tankas, which is why I chose it. Poem is non-autobiographical; it could be anyone. Usually, notes are short and to the point and I love how the poetic form emphasizes that feeling.

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Now I lay me down to sleep.

For my bones, do not weep.

 

I do not lay here wanting grief;

In my rest I’ve found relief.

 

No more worrying over day to day affairs;

No more crying over unhappy cares.

 

In the earth I now have peace;

In the quiet all has ceased.

 

All my sorrows are washed away;

No more suffering, no more dismay.

 

Weep not, I say, for what is gone

Look to others, look to your own.

 

Care for those who continue to struggle,

Care for those who cannot juggle

 

The mind’s chess game with them as pawn.

Weep for the living, those who walk alone.

 

Turn your eyes and hands to them,

Let your love be their stem.

 

For it may be their life was spared

Because of you and those who cared

 

To see the pain behind their tears,

Who understood and calmed their fears.

 

Then come the morning and the rising sun

Come to me and say, “Thy will was done.”

 

And I will smile in my sleep

Because you did not weep.

 

*Probably a good idea to not snack too close to bedtime…you know, in case you wake up crying from a dream you can’t remember and the lines to a poem running through your head and neither will let you get back to sleep.

Broken

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Tell me to keep going one more time

Because you think I can do it

Tell me everything is possible

As long as I want it bad enough

Oh, but don’t you know

 

Sometimes the pain is too much

And I’ve no more stamina

My endurance is pushed to its limits

And I can’t keep going.

 

Where are you then

Where are you then

When I’m on my knees

I’ve given in

Where are you then

Where are you then

 

Take these pills

It will get better

Keep going

You’re made of strength

 

Oh, but don’t you know

Determination only goes so far

When the demons come out to play

And don’t you know, oh, don’t you know

They know where my darkest fears reside

 

Where are you then

Where are you then

When the world attacks and my cave crashes in

Where are you then

Where are you then

When I’ve given in

 

Keep your blue stripes

Keep your rainbow ribbons

I’ve got no more stamina

Endurance pushed to the limits

It’s time to simply…

 

STOP!

 

*Not everything can be cake and ice cream days. Sometimes you’ve got to just let the storm rage and make it through. Not that it’s raging for me currently but somewhere someone’s storm is hurricaning through them. (Yes, I made that a verb.) This is what it feels like for me when I just can’t take anymore “helpful” consolation, even though I know they mean well.

Mercy Killing

No Love Lost

 

Strike the final blow, old thing
I’m laying down my swords
I can’t match, nor outdo your game
The prize already yours

In what world or circumstance
Could e’er the truth define
That such an exquisite masterpiece
Might be determined ‘mine’

Nay, dispel; dispatch already
Pour smite upon my head
Cleave it from my emptied thoughts
And heart, and world, and bed

Though smitten, turn my depthless eyes
Away – no more to see
That which I knew before the start
‘Not mine’ and ne’er would be

So let that death-blow topple me
We danced but sure, you won
Removal next – so delicately
It might’ve already begun.