I knew that I recognized this prompt from NaPoWriMo today. Total deja vu moment as I found myself looking to the web for a free graphic I could use of the back of a postcard. Then I just gave up and wrote the poem. But I wanted to know for sure, and, lo and behold, digging through the archives, I found my first attempt at a postcard poem, April 28, 2018. Looking at it only after having written the one for today, I think they kind of go together nicely, although, this new one is considerably darker. I decided to ad the old one above as the accompanying art to this post, just for giggles.
Wish You Were Here
it’s absolutely no fun without you. it’s terrible. it’s raining cats and dogs. everyone here is miserable. you are the life of the party, and without you, there’s just no party. most of us sit around all day and just weep. we can’t even talk to each other because each time we try we are just overwhelmed by the ever-present absence of you and we break down into sobs. in between downpours we get glimpses of the sun and a patch here and there of blue sky, but it does nothing to cheer us. we grieve even more deeply when we think that you’re not here with us to see that little sliver of blue or those rays of light. everything is dark. no one smiles. even the people who have no idea who you are seem despondent by the loss of your company. the longer we’re here and you’re not takes us precipitately close to disaster. it’s dark, as I’ve said, and we don’t know how much longer we can take it. many of us are about to do something desperate. write back immediately and let us know that you are on your way, even if it’s not true. xoxoxoxo.
michael jarmer 