one day
they’ve grown old
but you feel content
and confident
and bold
you’re not too shy now
to go places
then you notice
the wrinkles
on their faces
the humor
the disguised lie
and it makes you
want to cry
time didn’t wait
for you to catch up
it didn’t reach out a hand
to try
it laced up its skates
said, fly
adulting
Poetry book “Remnants” to be published, but not in December 2025
So…have you ever started a project, and then you lose steam just when you think you’re sailing smoothly along? Yeaah, so that happened. I am still working on this project, but it will not be published at the end of this year.
Unfortunately, work and health and life have gotten in the way, but to be honest, though, I do feel somewhat excited to have a project to focus on in the winter months…if we all happen to survive by then, of course.
To reiterate…
This is a collection of new material from the last few years exploring the ‘what’s been left behind’ from my college years, who I am now, and the joys and struggles of being an adult. There are themes of feminism, mental health, self-doubt… and some silly poems about the weather, of course.
Look for it soon…publish date, TBD. I might also post less poetry content as I get my ideas together, but that’s a maybe. I feel like there is still a lot to say.
In case you missed it, my other poetry book, Walking in Cemeteries, can be found on Amazon here.
as an adult
when i was little
i had someone tell me
“don’t be so eager to grow up”
i’ve had others judge me
like growing up was a competition
that i would fail at
and while i feel old and young
than i ever did before
it doesn’t change
the sadness that overwhelms me
growing up is over with
being an adult
happens now
and i
don’t
want
it
maybe
maybe it’s because i pay taxes now
maybe it’s because i understand more about politics
or maybe it’s because i know more about myself
than i ever did before
Mondays
mondays suck
like sour wine
like getting sick
after feeling fine
mondays drag
like fishing net
like unsaid thoughts
you cannot forget
mondays stay
like a bad cold
like stagnant work
and it’s growing mold
mondays crush
like heavy stone
like feeling down
completely alone
monday’s here
like sunday died
like freedom left
and you’ve said goodbye
I suppose this poem isn’t the best Monday morning inspiration to start your work week, but we’ve all been there. ❤️
Sometimes, all we can do is try our best and survive the day. I hope we all have a great work week. Soo busy here!
Best,
AJM
A. J. Morse 