A brief ode to the 2010s.
Dear 2010’s and Twenty-Teens,
We’ve loved you. We’ve hated you. We’ve argued and fought and chided and scorned.
We’ve meme’d and snapped and selfied galore.
We have watched millennials kill whole industries and heard ‘okay boomer’ from Baby Yoda.
We’ve replaced incandescent with LED and brought “industrial design” into the home.
From 3D to virtual reality, from Recession to Expression and everything in between.
So long, 2010s, it’s probably better you’re in the rear view screen.
A poem on life at this second.
By D. Ottalini
Tiredness is the smell of morning coffee / Alertness is the feel of warm sheets. / We’d all come to find that life is lovely / If we spent a moment to actually live life / To breathe / to feel / to wonder / to marvel / to let go / to murmur when others yell / and scream when no one hears but the frigid night / We’d all find life is lovely if only we bothered to live it
at all.
Hi everyone. As many of you may know, I’m a teacher, as well as a writer.
A new Project 27 Poem!
Greetings! Another Project 27 poem for you here. Not sure what I’m at by now 😉 Probably more than 27. Today’s poem is named Goalposts.
Goalposts
Here I stand
I can go no further.
Well, literally not, there’s a swamp of mud
between me and the net.
Sweat pouring down my neck
waiting for the ball to roll closer
through the mob of children kicking, shoving,
falling onto the damp grass.
I squint, eyes narrow.
Arms spread, knees shaking, praying
Please don’t shoot
Defense fails
the sweet, terrifying thwack
of a hard kick.
Dead center.
Can’t miss.
Right?
Today’s Short Project 27 Poem
Today’s Poem
At once
This instant
lasts and yet doesn’t
stretch onward to infinity but rather
simply is there until
like a butterfly’s heartbeat
it’s gone without a sound.
Check out my latest poem.
Today’s Poem.
Snapshot
I take the photo.
Click.
Whir
Buzz.
Out slides the instant film.
A curiosity, attention grabbing, new-fangled thing
“Take my picture!”
Contrasting reds and blues, hues of green
Deep looks into eyes
that you never
quite
unsee.
What do these snapshots reveal?
What do these brief windows show?
Childhood ebbing
Drawing close to the end
but holding on perhaps
for one more summer day.
Enjoy this new Project 27 Poem – Scared.
Scared
Walls looming in
Children loom close
Loud, unfriendly
Your hand reaches out.
To grab hers
and pull close.
Safety in numbers.
A new poem for Project 27 – Next
Hi all,
Here’s another poem for Project 27 – I’m actually not sure how many I’ve finished now, but I’m feeling pretty good about this one. Taking inspiration from life. As usual!
Enjoy
A new poem for Project 27!
Greetings!
While I await the final edited version of Laurel Emperor, here’s another poem to tide you over. Let me know what you think about it!
Modern Papyrus 