Poemetry by T.A. Barnhart


it is what it is
said the sage
(no doubt a Swiftie
or perhaps a Parrotthead)
and i rolled my eyes
only to see,
how true and awesome
were the words.
my life did not suck
and everything around me
was not shitty & awful
and my noisy neighbor
did nothing more
than ruin my sleep
a few nights each week.
no adjectives to be applied,
and fewer adverbs.
a single verb,
and all the rest
was up to me.
i blew a breath
into the sky
and the clouds
drifted on.

┬ęTA Barnhart February 5, 2024