This is my first stab at poetry after about 12 years… I hope you’ll enjoy it guys. The word prompt that inspired this poem is uncertainty feel free to join me writing on this word, with your poem or a micro! :)
It sort of reflects the situation we’re in, we have a month to find a new place to stay, and the market is not very friendly at the moment, so it’s been a bit tough. But this poem came from the frustration so it at least brought something good.
Let me know, if you’d be interested in more poetry from me, as it is an art-form I’d like to get more into again. It used to be very important to me.
I don’t want that much. A bit of money in the pouch A house, maybe just a flat A small one, even like a cage But it’d be ours. A blank page. Is it too much to ask that?
Aight, bet Okay, maybe rent, That doesn’t raise Every fucking year Fuck, I need a beer.
Oops, sorry for the profanity
I just hate uncertainty.
Let’s move, change place.
Slow down the pace.
Save some money and face
Give ourselves another chance
Is it smart though? Leaving our home?
The landlords are nice Asking us “when kids?” Never dude, you raised the price Our budget funds your retirement After that we barely get a cent Two jobs, not too shabby. Still not enough for a baby
That’s our bad, right?
I should make more
Try more
Work more.
That’s alright.
I don’t want much A bit of certainty, maybe a guarantee that we'll be alright. A stable couch. To sit on. To dream on.
Dreams huh? What a con.
Pursue a passion
Do what you love.
That’s in fashion
Yeah, sure bruv.
How can you pursue When there could be a coup The world might end Wars, disasters and nukes Climate change. The daily spooks. All this uncertainty
Well…
I guess, nothing’s certain in life Better enjoy what you can I just want to love my wife Follow the plan Just a stable couch And some cash in the pouch I don’t want that much…
There is a man named Miguel,
Who taught us how our hearts could swell.
In microdoses, wee bits of words,
We learned to write stories never heard.
In these dire days of uncertainty,
We all need moments just to dream,
To hide in a small place no one knows
Where tales are told that sooth the soul.
So thank the man named Miguel,
Who casts upon us happy spells!
Imagine a roof over your head. Imagine a garden in the back. Imagine elderly landlords who could use your help with things off and on. Imagine their gratitude in finding someone to help them so that they would never raise your rent. Best of luck.