
I am not sure if this poem is cohesive, but it does seem connected to the idea of “the pull,” on our coffee, of a falling bin, of each other, of a drink, of the moon and our favourite tune. Just saying: this is creative writing, not a science… it is more specifically about how we manage our challenging days.
Three cups of coffee
And worked for nine days straight
There are dishes in the sink
They will just have to wait
*
The trashbin on the driveway
Was knocked over by raccoons
The mess is real
I can not deal
I have to get to work real soon
*
People in life mean well
and I appreciate the feeling
Those that do not mean well
can put us all through hell
But should try to do much more healing
So they do not step on our last nerve
So we don’t have to fight their dealing
When that is just
not what we deserve
Understand how we are appealing
*
Just one
Okay
On the go any way
Together best
Together feeling
It’s our best guess
No one concealing
*
Shared world
Shared day
A shared life any way
We share each breath
No one is stealing
Together test
This is the real thing
*
A drink much later
Now worked for ten days straight
Chores are finally done
Our work is never late
*
Sounds and sights through the doorway
Are influenced by the moon
The tides are real
Like how we feel
When we play our favourite tune







