For Poetry Appreciation Month of April, I’m taking on a writing challenge to write a new poem every day for a themed Chapbook. For me it’s like rock climbing without pitons or a rope. I have no partner to shout, “On belay”, giving me confidence to step out onto a rock face. And so, I take the leap with my first poem. I will publish two poems here for each week of April–Tuesdays and Fridays.
Not So Neat and Clean
Just when I think that
I have everything under
Control, I’m brought back
To facing my own smugness.
What I don’t know would fill
Titanic with even more sorrow.
End of life
Decisions
Are final.
The end begins
Somewhere near us
Like some random
Snail deciding to
Cross a busy highway.
Willow tree bark drops
From a barren branch.
A leaf decides to go.
With a two-day life span, the
May fly can’t waste a minute.
And so, it happens.
Seeing my dog
Slowly dying
On wobbling legs
I drove to the vet
And made a date
For her to die.
Hearing the garage door
Opening, she burst through
The side door from the house
Into the garage with wagging
Tail to welcome me home.
I still remember
Five years later
Her moment of joy–
My moment of sitting
On the Titanic deck chair,
Two miles below the surface.
Writing in Sand 