Winning
A poem by Miles Christian Daniels
It's funny how we suddenly lose things.
Our memory.
Our 20s.
A body part.
A Lover.
There's no reason to take any of it too seriously.
People lose everyday.
Politicians.
Pregnant Mothers.
Virgins.
I've lost a lot.
But seldom shed a tear.
I just light a cigarette and lose
a few more minutes.
Maybe it's that winning is - at the end of the day -
really for losers.
Poor people win the lottery and years later
wish they hadn't.
Presidents get shot.
Actors check in and out of Betty Ford.
Even poets can't agree.
Just when they think they've nailed it,
They go and win the Pulitzer.
Spring 2007 Poetry:
FEATURED POET: Anna Russell
EDITOR'S CHOICE: Deepak Kapur
LAYMEN OF HISTORY by Ananda Osel
A GOOD HIMALAYAN MORNING by Nitin Das Rai
NOW 2 by Leonard Gontarek
WINNING by Miles Christian Daniels
WHITE CLOTHES by Juliet Powys
BREAKDOWN by DB Cox
THE DANCER by Tabitha Anderson
SHADY SMILES by Rikku
THE WOMAN GIRL by Brittany Jungck
A POEM OF THE NIGHT by Michael Lee Johnson
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