There’s no name for what I have
for what I hold.
The inquisition of 2AMs
and tears at 3–

Get up and dress
for another;
another moment,
another day,
another round of coffee.

It’s that first sip,
that first kiss,
that first taste of something,
I also cannot name.

But then there is the last–
the end,
the dry toast,
the tears
and the never-ending
understanding of nothing:
A knowing of everything
that has come and went.

© Grace Black

Poetry Month continues, and this is Day 8 of NaPoWriMo for me. I veered off the path and did my own thing today, but as artists, we tend to do that or get bored. Convention is an ill-suited straitjacket for our ilk.

30 poems in 30 days. Do you dabble in word play as well? Let’s create 30 in 30.

Love and Ink,



  1. I really liked this poem! Although I don’t care for coffee, I can definitely relate to the sweetness of new love and the bitterness of relationship ending. I also really liked the Edna St. Vincent Millay poem that you shared (I repinned it!). I came here because you’re the featured particpant at NaPoWriMo, congrats! I enjoy your work.

    1. Aw, I am thrilled to know that you enjoyed the Millay poem. She is one of my favorites, and that book is a particular treasure for me. I am always touched to know someone enjoys any portion of the drabble I offer. Thank you kindly for your comments!

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