By Daniel Paiz
30 days came, 30 poems have now gone out to the masses. NaPoWriMo 2023 was a period of trying a few new things, working on some reliable methods of communication, and taking on this challenge. It’s been a series of ups and downs, but it was worth it. Many thanks to those who read at least one piece this April, and you all are gently encouraged to both take this challenge next year, and write some poetry right now.
This last piece is a somber anniversary of an event that hopefully doesn’t happen to anyone else. For all those who have lost someone, comfort and well wishes are sent your way.
Two Years Later
family members walking around hesitant,
vision foggy and condensed like cold medicine,
no one has a cold,
but their inner engines aren’t revvin’ regular,
for a whole myriad of responses and emotions,
feeling fluid dripping ceilings of the mind,
resulting in faces momentarily being lucid,
how they stumbled through this day,
steps similar to the relative scrambling things,
taking a step back to hug those feeling it today,
two years later there’s not a whole lot that’s important to say,
Cuz was a gem whose shimmer might’ve been too bright,
now at a loss for recalling how to recreate that light.