Dad: A poem by Mike Cole

I hope you’re proud of all that I’ve done

It hasn’t been easy, this road that I’m on

And I keep walking, hoping the snow will clear

A ship without a sail, no rudder to steer

It’s been two years since you’ve been gone and that’s not a lot of time

Yet I persevere in the new winds and know you guide me to calmer shores.


To wrap up National Poetry Month, I wanted to close with a poem about my dad. I did this last year and it only seems fitting that I do it again this year. For those that don’t know, he passed away in October 2019. I haven’t talked about it much since his death and poetry to me has always been a form of expression, a way to put to words topics that have been too difficult to talk about. As we head into Mental Health Awareness Month, I want to open up more and talk about his death as I think it’ll help heal the soul.

My father was a sailor for my entire life so with poems about him I want to capture that essence. There’s a lot I could have learned about sailing from him but it’s only been since his passing that I’ve found interest in it. Writing about it is a way to feel close to what has been lost.


That’s it! National Poetry Month is officially over (on this blog). We covered Nature, Love, and Lost this month. The Month of May is dedicated to Mental Health. The articles have been drafted and I’m adding the finishing touches. It’ll be a range of topics and I think I’ve struck a good balance for next month. See you then!

Bright as Day: a poem by Mike Cole

You are as bright as day

Like a Morning Glory I rise and bathe in the light

Only to die in the night.

You make me smile,

And it’s been a while.

Like an Aster I hold my bloom,

knowing love is ever fleeting.

And my heart skips a beat, every time we meet.

Everyday is new and the sky is blue.


National Poetry Month! This is the second poem of the month and it is a love poem. It’s been a while and I needed to write something uplifting. This poem is greatly inspired by my birth month with the integration of the flowers of September. The poem itself has no rhyme or reason, much like love. With free verse I love to mix and match styles. ‘Knowing love is ever fleeting’, ‘And my heart skips a beat, every time we meet’. I decided not to match the rhyme. In a perfect world, fleeting would match to meeting or fleet to meet; I like the imperfection, as the rhyme is still there, it just sits on the tongue a moment longer as your brain processes the discrepancy. ‘Everyday is new and the sky is blue’. In most poems, this would cover two lines. Since the line itself was only a few words, I thought it had more flow as one line. ‘You are bright as day’ matches the imperfect rhythm of the poem itself. Day has no matching rhyme yet is carried forward by the imagery created by lines two and three. Day relates to light and contrasts with night. “Like an Aster I hold my bloom’. This describes a longing and Asters represent love, wisdom, and faith. The line is saying to hold faith.


And that’s it! Hope everyone is enjoying National Poetry Month as much as I enjoy writing poetry. There will be one more poem this month and then in May we will delve into mental health awareness month!

Ruined Garden: A Poem by Mike Cole

He Walked through a garden he used to know

Whose beds took many months to sow.

The garden had been overgrown by weeds

Left untended and unwanted.

And so he walked those haunted grounds,

Not a crop left to be found.

He walked among the trellises,

Whose vines had long not bore a seed.

Crooked and bent they stood,

With splintered and hollowed wood.

So he sat in the garden a while,

waiting in the cold.


It’s National Poetry Month! This will be the second annual National Poetry Month series! For this month I am breaking down my poems and discussing the meaning behind each. To kick things off, we have ‘Ruined Garden’. The idea came about when I visited my old High School. Years ago I had planted a garden with other students as part of a club. Every so often we would harvest the vegetables, some we ate, the rest we’d donate to the local food bank. To my surprise, when I visited this year, the garden was decrepit. An overgrown relic of a bygone era. As with most of my poetry I like to make it a blend of experiences, a reflection of both reality while also keeping a certain magic to the poem itself. This poem I tried to reflect the magic of what the garden once was while also emphasizing what it had become. This poem leans on the more literal and I thought it’d be a good way to start off the month. It is Free Verse, as has become common with most of my poetry. I am a fan of couplets and having the poem continually rhyme throughout. Over the years, I have experimented more with adding imperfection to my poems and typically use it to emphasis poems that should be broken. When you have a rhyme, everything is neat and clean. People love it, I love it. When you add a sentence structure that does not have that perfect rhyme, you notice it, such as in line four. There are many words that rhyme with weeds, but by choosing not to, it simply stops and you have to jump to the next rhyme. This was repeated in the end of the poem to add a sense of finality and to reiterate that all is not well in the garden. There is a lingering sense of open-endedness as you do not know what happens to the man in the garden.


Hope you enjoyed! There’ll be two more poems this month, so stay tuned and as always, thanks for reading!

Wild and Free: A poem by Mike Cole

You told me you wanted to be Wild and Free

and I knew we could not be.

For the sea turns cold when the sun sets

I could gamble no more and take no bets.

I thought love lasted forever,

And didn’t understand should it be severed.

When my heart broke it didn’t just break

The wrath did come, and my soul began to ache.

And in the nights where I can’t sleep.

I remember a life without love is bleak.

Sometimes in the past I wish I could stay

If only for another day.

Yet here I am on my own

The beaming light has long not shone.

Darkness I knew and darkness I left

What was taken was taken,

And what is gone is gone.

If only for an hour,

my love you devoured.

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