Donelle Dreese has a good poem to wake up to at Verse Daily. “Sophrosyne,” according to Dictionary.com, means “
You break bread into small pieces.
Sometimes the day is better
taken in low degrees so you can see
Striding the college halls, bouncing
on the balls of his feet, his religious habit
wilting from his shoulders, he declined
Poets.org has a piece about the death of a friend: “To Joseph Lee” by Angelina Weld Grimké:
How strange, how passing strange, when we awake
—–And lift our faces to the light
To know that you are lying shut away
—–Within the night.