A Poem A Day 22

Déjà Vu

Sometimes I pretend

I miss you, 

remember the moments

that seemed real,

tunnel my recall

to unconfuted fantasy,

and wish backwards

for what wasn’t.

We could pretend,

skin on skin,

to be joined;

play at percipience

and once again

know intimately, our

separate, hollow yearning

to be known.

Kerry Miller

A Poem A Day 20

Lovers, once entwined
wonder not how it ended
but how they ever...




Kerry Miller

A Poem A Day 14

Dear Reader

If I knew I would die today

and only had one chance to say

what’s on my mind;

my last hurrah, my final shot;

my chance to give it all I’ve got

What would I say?

I’d tell you that the world is made

not of matter, rules or trade,

or even physics,

but of every small kindness

making threads of connection

to hold us joined;

that caring is not naïve, and

compassion never wasted.

(Even on cynics).

I’d tell you this with my last breath

because only love
can outlive death.

Kerry Miller.

I'm rhyming again...  

A Poem A Day 3.

End of the Affair.

Today I am cleaning,

although it is too hot

for such exertion.

Leaning in the humid air

over steaming suds

I wipe my brow

of sweat, and the crusted

refrigerator shelves

of sticky substances

long overdue.

The air is sultry

and thunder rumbles in the distance.

A change is coming.

In the laundry

I wash his smell

From last night’s linen

The refrigerator gleams.

A feeble breeze stirs the washing,

And I wait for rain.

Kerry Miller