Most Days

Most Days

--

There are those rare

extremely good days when I feel

completely infinite and surreally euphoric,

in harmony with the

Earth---when my vegetarian diet, fitness regime, serious reading, aware self

kicks in for just a minute

 

and those are truly genuinely happy

days.

 

Then there are days like today

and yesterday

and tomorrow

and most days

that make you wonder why

you bother staying alive.

 

To see the morning news?

To write another poem that no one will read?

To hear them scream at you for breathing the wrong air?

To please your lover?

To please your mother?

To let them win?

To run from the hunter?

 

These days, most days, make me

wonder what happens to all of the people

who seemingly have little to live for

and few people to

lean on

during those

mostly sad

days.

 

That is a lot of wasted

time spent on meaningless

genuine

sadness.

 

Sometimes though,

those rare good days

are so unbelievable that

everything strangely becomes

worth all of the

bad days,

most days.

 

Reviews

[Kara Emily Krantz]

LOVE THIS.

gosh. you somehow managed to take some very mundane, blah feelings and make the poetic enough to stand on their own as a really quite excellent poem. i am dually impressed!!! really!!!! this is something i have tried to write, managed a few lines, then tossed out with disgust.

gosh. right into favorites. really fantastic job my dear.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

A agree with Kara, fantastic work as you ponder life and what it's about... so often we spend to much time worrying that we fail to enjoy the simple pleasures in life as we must remember there are others less fortunate then us who still enjoy life... Tremendously profound write.