Poem-a-Day

Poem-a-day

Sisyphus

As if weightlessness were aspirational―
what nonsense―

your death,

a stone

I can only hope to shoulder forever. Imagine
it gets better―

what nothing

am I left with

then? Even despair carries a particular
charge: that fantastic

last whiff of lavender

detergent

imprinted on the collar of a holiday sweater―

mama,

the mourners are assembling. March me
up that hill …

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Shara Lessley

Previous Poems

Title	Author	Date
Where Is the Poet	Yone Noguchi	05/19/2019
What Will You Do?	Rainer Maria Rilke	05/18/2019
etymology	Airea D. Matthews	05/17/2019
[Things feel partial. My love for things is partial. Mikel on his last legs, covered]	Diane Seuss	05/16/2019
At a Days Inn in Barstow, California	Chloe Honum	05/15/2019
Inside the MRI Machine	Hala Alyan	05/14/2019
Ekphrastifilia	Matt Rasmussen	05/13/2019
The courage that my mother had	Edna St. Vincent Millay	05/12/2019
The Sea and the Skylark	Gerard Manley Hopkins	05/11/2019
Housesitting	William Brewer	05/10/2019

Title

Author

Date

Where Is the Poet

Yone Noguchi

05/19/2019