assessing the challenge

one considers

whether there’s enough poetry

in each day

or whether we have the eyes to see

through the lead wall

to the other side

where time slows down

and birds stop singing

a single light

your only guide

a place void of happiness

void of sadness

where a solo base beats

with the rhythm of your heart

from the corner of the room

where the light can’t reach

catching only flashes of

vibrating strings

peace …

peace  …

peace …

void of ashes

void of ads

void of garbage men

fighting for your attention

void of sex

void of pain

void of judgement

and material gain


probably not.


This is the second poem of my personal 30-day poetry challenge to break away from the machine to think about things that don’t matter. I have no idea what I’m doing. – Jim


Jim Mitchem

Writer. Father to daughters. Husband. Ad man. Raised by wolves. @jmitchem on twitter. First novel, Minor King, out now.

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