#2020poetry

[mariasebastian]

[poetrybymnoelle]

they said something about writing a happy poem.

thats what 2020 needs the most - a happy poem

but the happiest poem i could write is a history 

that needs to be rewritten and right now we are 

putting forth new groundwork so this present moment

can someday be a happy poem. do you see?

you don’t get happy just because you asked for it

you don’t get happy just because you are alive 

you make happiness, create it for others. 

the first step is looking around and seeing 

that perhaps right now it isn’t so happy. 

so, when the time is right, i will write you the 

happiest poem there is. lord knows i’m dying to.

but i can’t make something outta nothing, eh?

[poetrybymnoelle]

I wanted to know where cellphones go when they die, so I found out and never wanted a cellphone ever again. I needed it, though. If they tell you that you don’t need a cellphone in this world I consider them therapist telling you you don’t need human touch. At this point, it’s just how we’ve built it. Yes, even I admit it now, there is a part of me who needs someone. Yes, I rely on a cellphone. So, the Buddhists have a point - there is good and bad. Acceptance really is everything. I got the cellphone. Where are you?

[misssophieoftheupstairsaviary]

The Job Not Taken

          He was a cemetery gardener

In a small town near nowhere.

He came to work at dawn

And had time to watch the first rays of sun

Tickle sleepy headstones.

          He was greeted by slender conifers

When walking by

And rhododendrons swayed in welcome

As they guarded his way

On familiar paths.

          Snickering squirrels and whispering leaves

Kept him company when tending to

New and long-forgotten graves,

Planting forget-me-not and

Watering lily of the valley.

          On rainy days,

He stayed inside drinking tea

And listened to corpses outside

Taking a bath.

          And on sunny days,

You could hear

The chatter of his tractor

Crossing the graveyard.

          If only you were a cemetery gardener

In a small town near nowhere,

You would finish work at dusk and then

Leave through long-since rusty gates,

And whisper goodnight to sleepy skeletons.

[rasheedamadani]

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[mariasebastian]