I've been writing web content for
my day job and practicing short story writing but I haven’t written much poetry
in a while. For me, the 2025 April PAD Challenge is about practice, and I'm a bit rusty.
Here is my poem for Day 2:
From Where I’m Sitting
Sixteen eyes look away
with nothing
to say.
Winds rock & roll
the old bones
of a flowering cherry tree—
an adult before we were born.
Rooms go dark as night
& sixteen eyes
pierce the veil
with nothing to say.
Someone somewhere
is locked in a state
of questioning whether
everything he has
he wants.
Two states away, young ones
fight abandonment—
punching through days
of self-imposed imprisonments
and directing thrill seekers where
to go.
The world we once knew
is brand new, strangers shout
rather than smile
& forget that old saying—
when you point a finger
four fingers point back at you.
Sun shines through
a window at the end
of a long artificially lit hallway
few want to march down.
The sick stay home,
afraid of waiting
rooms where uncertainty
festers.
Five years past
we entered a foreign world
where microorganisms,
invisible to the naked eye,
held the power to take down
the world.
I remind myself—
little random acts still matter
as long as they reek
of kindness.
Sixteen eyes look away
with nothing
to say.
You can also fllow along with one of my favorite poets on her blog
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