April is National Poetry Month. I’ve decided to try writing a poem a day using prompts from Writer’s Digest. If all goes well, I’ll share them here daily. If they’re too private (or unsuccessful — I think there was one poem last year I never did get to “work”), maybe not. The first prompt was to craft a morning/mourning poem.
Mourning Poem
Morning comes too early
my body says it's time to wake up.
Awake and waiting
I debate whether
to look at my watch.
I resist but usually in vain.
Like it or not, it's another day
That unfurls itself ahead of me
full of opportunities and demands.
Mostly I rise to them
not always cheerfully.
Faced with a fog, I fight against it
clouds my ambition
obscures my vision
makes it feel dangerous to go too far afield.
Every morning I wake up and
realize my loss anew.
Somehow the world
keeps spinning without you
And the time you were here
recedes farther and farther
into the past.
My mind can't make sense of how
that can be.
Morning to night,
it's always the same
seconds, minutes, hours, days
weeks, months
years tick by without you.
And every day,
another morning comes.
Too early.