A Snapshot of Life
Haikus from December 2020 || Poems about a writer’s day to day living life quarantined (in a studio apartment) in NYC.
Day 1 // December 1, 2020
Call to my presence
the creative realms I know
long to be explored.
Day 2 // December 2, 2020
Go now, walk slower;
Pay mind to your surroundings;
take in the colors.
Day 3 // December 3, 2020
Sky high buildings grasp
stories of tenants, locked in
stone capsules of time.
Day 4 // December 4, 2020
Hustling and shuffling;
living the grind to outgrow
studio spaces.
Day 5 // December 5, 2020
It was a late start;
coffee and anxiety
wake me up at last.
Days 6 + 7 // December 6 + 7, 2020
When there are no lips
to read, unmasked eyes pierce deep,
sharing the details.
When there is no mouth
to tell tales with frowns and smiles,
eyes do the talking.
Day 8 // December 8, 2020
What we create now
will save us from a future
of immense heartache.
Days 9 + 10 // December 9 + 10, 2020
The street corners show
a vital relationship
between old and new.
Stand back and observe,
embrace those who came before;
culture isn’t lost.
Day 11 // December 11, 2020
What was once a dream
is proof, written in the stars.
Believe it? Do it.
Days 12-14 // December 12-14, 2020
It’s not enough to
walk with hopes of finding more
if your eyes aren’t wide.
It’s not enough to
walk with hopes of catching dreams
if your mind is tired.
“Creativity!”
The chaotic world begs you.
You choose sleep instead.
Day 15 // December 15, 2020
“When you leave,” he said,
“my heart feels like it’s breaking;
also, I hate you.”
Day 16 // December 16, 2020
Anticipation
roars within me, blocking out replacing
fears with miracles.
Day 17 // December 17, 2020
It’s not about who,
it’s about time, trust building,
protecting one’s self.
Day 18 // December 18, 2020
Ease your shoulders now.
The drinks won’t disappoint you
but the morning might.
Day 19-21 // December 19-21, 2020
Haiku hiatus, because life.
Day 22 // December 22, 2020
Some days will just suck.
Others you’ll wake up fearing
for days like some days.
Day 23 // December 23, 2020
If it were up to
them: the world would crash and burn
before we succeed.
Day 24 // December 24, 2020
Over exhaustion:
A mood inspired by to-do
list anxiety.
Day 25 // December 25, 2020
Tale as old as time:
The days dwindle, forgotten
moments of self-care.
Day 26 // December 26, 2020
“Come up for air, kid!”
Words replaying in my mind
as I strive to breathe.
Day 27 // December 27, 2020
*Phone Rings* “Hey Momma!
Send me the rule book on life.”
“There isn’t one, dear.”
Day 28 // December 28, 2020
We make our own rules,
face our fears and conquer them;
a sprint to the top.
Day 29 // December 29, 2020
Tranquility fights
energy stirred up within;
bruising hearts succumb.
Day 30 // December 30, 2020
Let’s promise ourselves
that over everything else
we’ll keep creating.
Day 31 // December 31, 2020
To next New Year’s Eve
being full of friendship hugs
and drunken kisses.