2020; Day 1: Fresh Endings

Happy New Year!

Last year I set myself a goal to write a poem each day. To hold myself accountable to that goal, I established this blog. One poem a day for a year. A tall order.

I didn’t quite make it. Life happened, and with it changes, both good and bad, that made it hard to keep up with. I missed a few days, then those missing days snowballed and built up momentum. I didn’t add anything in December.

But I grew a ton! As a writer and a poet and as someone seeking to improve his self discipline, I grew. And with the conclusion of 2019 we usher in 2020 and once more I’m setting forth with the same goal. One poem a day, every day, for the entire year.

Wish me luck. Here I go!

Fresh Endings

Day 322: Gratitude Attitude

Boy have I fallen off the horse? Best that can be said about that is that it’s not too late to climb back on it. Going to try and finish the year strong with this personal challenge. Here goes today’s poem…

Gratitude Attitude

Day 139: The Next Unsteady Step

The hardest part for me about being a professional creative is the period of time that follows the completion of a project. The world and work doesn’t care that I’m done. I do. I’m tired. But there’s the next phase of the process. Marketing, production, making sure everything is formatted and edited just so. And, of course, there’s a thousand other projects all screaming for my attention.

Today’s work though isn’t just for myself. Some dear friends are experiencing something similar. They’ve undergone an impressive journey and are now reaching the end. They’re entering the post-conclusion crash stage. You’re not alone, my friends.

I typed this one out after running out of space on my notebook’s page. It had to happen eventually. I’ll take it as a good problem to have, just like this post conclusion crash, because it means I did it.

The Next Unsteady Step

It comes as a surprise

When a project labored over for so long

Is finished

Complete

Done

Like the Abrupt Conclusion

To Stepping Off a Cliff

Is there a Next?

So Many Nexts.

But my mind is still reeling

From the journey that

Felt like a Fall

My spirit still flattened,

Pulling Free From

The Impact Crater.

The World is Still Spinning

And screaming

Behind my Head

For the Next Step

–Take It Already!

There’s No Time For Triumph.

The World Doesn’t Care

About Your Fatigue

Dismissive of Your Disorientation.

The Challenge Has Been

Issued

So I Issue Back One of My Own

And Take That Next

Unsteady Step

Remembering–and Grateful–

That I am Not Alone

Day 13: The Dawning of Dusk

A poem about DARKNESS? How positively adolescent, right? Don’t worry, it’s not that kind of poem. It’s strange, the places you find hope and renew your passions. Last year taught me a lot about picking myself up after you fall and pushing onward. Difficult as all that was, I am grateful for the lessons.

The Dawning of Dusk