Some really bad poetry

Please, be gentle. But it’s national poetry month, so I thought I’d share some of my own poetry this month in place of prose.

Don’t forget, I’m still taking your poetry submissions all month long.

I wake and you’re not there

triolet

I wake and you’re not there

And now the year is turning

The quiet is a weight to bear

I wake and you’re not there

Holidays come, but I can’t care

Though I reach for you, my heart burning

I wake and you’re not there

and now the year is turning

My town

Tanka

my roots run deep here

In this backwards little town

though few of my blood

are still left to call it home

my family still, is here

Responsibilities

triolet

My list of responsibilities

Grows longer by the hour

Makes it hard for me to nap with ease

My list of responsibilities

multiplying like leaves on trees

pulling out my energy, and my power

My list of responsibilities

Grows longer by the hour