light comes the day sun bearing down heat summoning work to be done dark brings the night moon pulling tides dreams carrying out their sleep-filled tasks 3.31.17
day 89
your words are the darkest of chocolate i roll them around with the tip of my tongue a patch of sun on a dreary day, i’ll follow your lead just paces behind i rise in expectation but do not soar urge to take flight but time is premature 3.30.17
day 88
at times i am the pile of leaves easily scattered with the lightest breeze, but mostly i’m the lighthouse weathering the roughest storms, steady in gale force winds yet, sometimes, i long to topple, for the bricks to crumble, and move fluidly like the snake or soar above like the hawk 3.29.17
merrow (day 87)
dawn approaches and I know i must resurface. swimming from ocean depths, dreams entangling like strands of seaweed, with a splash, i begin to wake. i rise slow, hindered by heaviness, i clothe to mask my true self, prickling from its texture against my slick skin. breathing in the strange air, i adjust to the …
The Poetry Process
This year I have challenged myself to write a poem a day. My challenge was in response to a challenge my mother began in 2016, and continued this year, to produce a drawing a day. Poetry seemed a more suitable challenge to me. This morning I completed day 86 on my morning walk. I often …
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