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 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