Poem: Absence
Absence
The day you leave your job,
will be the day everyone
expresses how much they
appreciated
you.
Two weeks after you break up
will be the day your ex
realizes how much you mean to
them.
And the day you die
will be the most
attention anyone
will ever give
you.
I wonder when people
will realize what they
have before it’s gone.
For links to poetry prompts, or if you missed out on what I’m doing for National Poetry Month, check out the first post here.
You can also find all the poems that have been posted so far here.
To end each post, there will be this call to share your own work. Whether it’s something that you write as soon as you finish reading this post, or it’s a poem you’ve posted or had published, place the whole poem in the comments or put a link to it. A brief description before the link will help me process comments faster, so I know they’re not spam.
Also, feel free to share links to poems or spoken word performances by other poets. I hope this month will bring a wide variety of poetry to everyone’s attention. Also, there will be posts on my author Facebook page, a link to which can be found on the right-hand side, that will include spoken word performances and links to work of other poets, which will not appear here.
I’m really enjoying most of these recent blog posts. I find myself looking forward to reading a Mandie Hines poem every morning. I’ll be sad if you stop doing these at the end of the month.
Ah, thanks, Martin. That’s very kind of you. I’m thrilled to hear people are reading these. I ended up having more guest poems than I anticipated this month, so I have a lot of poems I wrote left over. I only have a handful of them earmarked for submitting for publication, so I’ll have a bunch left over. They’ll find their way on here eventually. It’ll be a weird adjustment to go back to my regular schedule. I might have to sneak in a few extra posts next months, so no one has to go cold turkey, me included. 😉
Yus more poems, all the poems please 🙂 If you made this into a regular thing, I would not complain one bit 😉
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This reverberates so strong with me… I remember what my father used to say:
Afterwards it’s always too late.
It’s a good reminder to be mindful of the things that are important to you and not take them for granted. And perhaps the saddest thing is that it is the easiest to take for granted those who mean the most to us.
Ain’t nothing, but the truth! It’s always too late afterwards.
Yes. Thank you for commenting. 😉