Day 370

(There is an empty table with an iPod on the center. Sitting at the table is Ricardo who is dressed in black mourning clothes. Enter his son, Enrique.)

Enrique

Dad, can we play now?

Ricardo

Not now son.

ENRIQUE

But Dad, you promised.

RICARDO

Yes, I know.

ENRIQUE

You really did! You promised that last week!

RICARDO

And that was before he died!

ENRIQUE

Dad, I'm sorry.

RICARDO

No, I should be sorry. I did not mean to scream. Go out side and I'll meet you.

(Enrique exits. Enter Maria in similar clothes to Ricardo.)

maria

They say the worst thing there is-

RICARDO

Is for a parent to bury their child. But we would know all about that now, wouldn't we?

MARIA

I think he knew.

RICARDO

About what?

MARIA

He engraved that iPod before he died. "I believe in you no matter where either of us maybe." I think we should send it to its proper owner.

RICARDO

You mean Sam? She has not been over here once since Philippe died and you want me to give a physical memory of Philippe to here?

MARIA

He was going to.

RICARDO

Going to? Well he never did and quite frankly I'd like to keep every last piece of my son that I can.

(Enrique enters.)

ENRIQUE

Daddy, are you ready?

RICARDO

Yes, I was just discussing matters with Mommy.

MARIA

Yeah, I was just about to go for a walk.

RICARDO

Where?

MARIA

Around. Just a walk to get my thoughts together.

ENRIQUE

Mommy, are you OK?

MARIA

Just fine, as Mommy has always been. Well bye.

(She takes the iPod.)

RICARDO

Why are you taking that? And what about the goon squad?

MARIA

Just something to remember Philippe by while I walk. As for the goon squad, I'll deal with them if they show their ugly faces.

(She exits through the front door of the home. End scene.)

Day 369

Block with the block

As if they lost

The hearts of hearts

In the mind.

Day 368

Congratulations

I'm so sorry

But congratulations

To what is earned

In the core of the world.

Day 367

The looking back

On the mirrors on the wall

Like an elephant

In the sand

Causing a collapse

In loyalty and fate

To all those who sit.

Day 366: Epilogue

This blog has probably been one of the most influential things since I started it a year and a day ago. It taught me about getting better at placing my thoughts through a keyboard, development of style and deadlines. Often times in the beginning I'd write something and be unable to find time to place it up until later but then this caused my time management skills to increase. Honestly, some of my best poems are up here and so are some of my worst but wasn't that the point? To see myself develop over a year? Well let us make that two years. I will see you all on Day 730.

Thank You,

Mike E Hand

Day 365

The working ended

On the day

That once marched on

Like a powerful shock

Standing to the brain.

(Like a powerful shock:

Standing to the brain

The challenge was

Fully met

To all specifications.)

[I've accomplished the world

That once stood behind

A foot not owned

Screaming for form.]

Screaming for form

They sat on a golden chair

The eagles they watch

On the sunsets

In sunrises known

With no center of thought.

(All thought gone

Beyond the day

Into the horizon.)

[All thought gone

Beyond the day

Into the horizon.]

Into the horizon

New plans and memories

To be remembered

And never

(And Never)

To be lost

[To be lost]

In the heart

(In the heart)

[In the heart]

In the heart of the storm

The man leaves you

To see to his next works

To see what is to be.

The finale of size

And matters

Through a round

Of thought.

(Round)

[Round]

In a circle

We all go

Somewhat larger

And more thought

And learned

But perhaps

It is truth that

We always end

In the circle.

Day 364

The rising eye
Inside the sun
Watching the blue
And grey

Run around
Small children
On aquatic sky
To be believed
Only by what
Can be:

Seen
Through one dark
Void of a collapsing horizon
In the depth of happiness
Lying despair

Calling for Hope
Which will never come
Around the sun.