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. 

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