Brian’sPoems

Brian's Poem of the Day

Brian’s meta-poem.

Every so often I ask myself
what to make of all these words
I’m scrawling into cheap notebooks
before polishing them a bit
to send out in an email called
Brian’s Poem of the Day.

At times it feels a bit empty
and at others there’s an urgency,
as if my writing is a tether
keeping me from being blown away
by a fearful wind
which would rather me not focus
on the singularity of each moment
within my human experience.

Some days writing is easy.
Some days it is hard.
Either way I struggle to describe
all my thoughts and fears
without having to admit
which ones are true and which aren't.

My writing does not change the seasons,
but it has shown me how to focus
and to let go of my adolescent longing
to live in a fuzzy, relative state of being.

I can now see the waves
steadily eroding my shores
come from the very, very deep.