OctPoWriMo OctPoWriMo 2015 Poetry

Getting Through The Small Days

Dear Tamara,

If I could sing about a time when I experienced the kind of success I think you are talking about in today’s poetry prompt, I would. But I don’t feel much like singing today. Instead, I am going to simply celebrate the fact that I got through this small day by posting today’s poem on success then going to have a glass of wine and read something beautiful.

All my love,




By Jesi Scott


Some days

Success means

Not zipping through

The digital wires to zap

That one person who deserves

A little first-person Karma justice

But rather breathing in deeply and

Remembering that they deserve kindness

And compassion despite what you may think.


Other days, success is simply getting through

The day without wanting to ball yourself

Up and crawl back into that small dark

Space inside, to not hide but rather

To take a breath and face the pain

And remember that rainbows

Only grace the sky once the

Sun shows its face from

Behind the clouds.

Jesi Kay
Jesi Kay, poet and aspiring novelist, was born in the Texas panhandle where wide skies, lazy summer days, and rolling thunderstorms sparked her imagination and left lasting memories in her blood. An early reader, poetry and mythology were her passions. So much so that when she was ten years old her step-father gave her his college mythology textbooks to read, which were full of classic poetry and more than enough tales to fill her romantic and inquisitive nature. Jesi loves reading, art, going to the theater, the romanticism of the Victorian era (but not the missing conveniences of indoor plumbing and central air conditioning), running when the heat and humidity cooperate, and cold weather so she can wear her favorite boots and knitwear. Also, she still has those college mythology textbooks, a little worse for wear over time but still intact and telling their stories to her. Jesi is a contributor at The Well Tempered Bards blog and at www.octpowrimo.com.

7 Replies to “Getting Through The Small Days

    1. Thank you, Morgan. I ended up with a calming cup of tea instead of wine, but it did the trick and I went to bed feeling much better. And I’m not sure if it was the tea or poetry, but something helped and I had very lovely dreams. 🙂

    1. Ironically, I was not aiming for shape. I was just trying to mirror the rise and fall of those small successes we have every day.

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