Best Sonder Poems
shooting star -
will my wish
weigh it down
Have you ever sat and sondered so,
At the passerby that walks a slow?
A fleeting step and a passing glow,
A single mind in its own flow.
And have you ever sat and sondered so,
At the mind in its own flow,
A fragile thought and a silent blow,
Only now a solemn walk on home.
We are finite beings in an infinite space;
We are thrown in at the start,
Pushed into the unknowable depth
Of the darkest waters, without warning.
Sometimes we take pause,
Allow ourselves to admire
The things created for us,
Things we created for ourselves.
The ineffable beauty of the cosmos
Can be found in the melody
Of your favourite song
Swirling on repeat through your mind.
It can be found in the laughter of friends
Bound by the trauma of ageing together,
Getting older and cackling
In the face of the inevitable.
Sometimes it is shared in a gaze
Between lovers, when pupils, thoughts
And lips collide in mutual admiration
Of each other’s spiritual and corporeal form.
Other times we mark it in ceremonies;
Graduating with that desired 2:1
And £60,00 in governmental debt,
The world more open than ever before,
Or the ritual of shrouding in black,
Sending those we love
In Charon’s graceful embrace as dust,
Back to where we came from.
We clock in to our allocated slot,
Repeat tasks of beautiful mundanity,
Surround ourselves with little treasures,
And at the end of it all, clock out,
To be set free amongst the stars.
And your stepmom is in the kitchen with the smell of cooking onions
Upstairs your sister is in her room writing college essays and listening to her playlist on full blast
And your little brother is doing his very first homework assignment
And smiling about how much he loves kindergarten
And the fact that he is a big boy now
The cat is on the porch
The dog is in his bed
The stars are all right where they are supposed to be
You may not be talking to anyone
you may be alone in your room
But you are all there
You are all home.
Recently you’ve noticed the look of fear on your sister’s face at any mention of college
have gotten used to your father's grey hair and new glasses
You notice that your brother is too big to carry
he doesn’t always cry when he falls down
your stepmom's face is lined with the years
And her lips are thin
you see your dog walk funny
And you have to call louder for him to hear you
Your cat doesn’t catch birds or mice anymore
She lays in the sun, lazy on the porch
And the neighborhood kids come over to pet her, scratch behind her ears.
but you notice, they aren’t exactly kids anymore
It finally hits you that in less than a year
You won’t all be living together anymore
Your sister will be all the way across the world
In a big school in Italy
She won’t just be across the hall in the other room
And you won’t have dinner together anymore
Or make pancakes on Sunday mornings
And your dog won’t know where she has gone
And your cat will know but won’t understand
Your parents’ bones start to creak
Your brother is getting older and doesn’t hug you as often
And your life is stagnant
But moving too fast all at the same time
You’re dizzy
Your tears won’t come
It all feels so surreal.
Your sister has half a year
You have two more after her
And your bother has 9 more when you leave.
Your childhood will be ripped apart but it will also be scattered like ashes across the world
And you will find pieces of it wherever you go.
Always remember Meraki
In a time that is fleeting
And will soon be gone
In the moment I am alive
And my soul at peace
Oh how often we forget about sonder
A raconteur can only say so much of the old days
Of the Lassitude that came by the hour
Some cope under the gaze of a life epiphany
And others fill their nights with mellifluous sounds of the classics
Or a tryst under the tenderness of the night sky where for once all is Pristine
It's days like these that make question the purpose of it all
October summer skies, hot winds and the raging desire humans have to pretend the world isn't decaying from within....
I'm a pessimist by nature,
The sunset reminds me that one day we must all die
Some think of gold at the end of the rainbow, I imagine Hitlers camps with a thousand screaming jews drowning the chirping of birds in the air
But tonight is my moment of atonement,
In torch light I scribble my shortcomings in this my songs of songs
Suleiman asked for wisdom, I pray for a peaceful death...
Who wishes to end it painfully after toiling life under the sun in duress?
I'm not much for sentiments and romance, Atleast I've tried my best to appear so
Matters of the heart are fragile and my endeavors in these experiences sing an infinity song of this my fractured heart,
At this point I could easily work a night shift, for I have lost my urge to slumber, I am merely a sinking ship of lost dreams
A vessel of all the sins I wish my future sons get to evade,
An algorithm I iterate with sheer will with no terminating condition to be the man my future wife loves at seventy five.....
I'm a man of my own vices
I recite the nicene creed when I feel my faith slipping away,
Whisper hail Mary ten times when I need gather my strength,
And I get out of bed a little later..... What's the hurry in giving your body up to a decaying world?