A new book to house this year's (and future years) NationalPoetryMonth's daily poems. |
I'm writing once again this year. This book is my special event place for thirty special poems. Here for National Poetry Month in 2018, I'm participating but life has not been kind in the last 15 months, so I'm not always in writing mode. |
1: because is the commonest reason it answers all and nothing 2: and if our favorite colors are not even complementary 3: book of revelations: the doctor wants a journal how, when, where 4: who speaks loudest? the me asking aloud or the other responding rubbish? 5: why is still my favorite question why do I still love you? 6: and trust you with the last embers of my life? that's a mother's role 7: the fear is not of death but knowing nothing about that first tomorrow afterwards 8: can we talk too much? the others say yes can we discuss this? 9: today I feel only morbidity and not the poetry of accomplishment 10: if bears could talk about caves and hibernation, I’d listen 11: the first step is wet and undefined I still growl, but that’s fear speaking 12: spring has not sprung the trap door so I can gaze again at beauty 13: forests are filled with charms few lucky ones can be found in cities 14: I am mulch not yet processed into a fine soul 15: after Cordelia’s first frozen touch I lost my sixth sense of warmth 16: sleep is turmoil and tumultuous restlessness with no empowerment 17: I reached the “do not open beyond” date, I missed my first kiss 18: hunger returns like a tortoise losing the race not just for food 19: protecting nothing, I need to live (scribbled on a napkin) 20: first dissociation: white a dictionary of hieroglyphs 21: second: love knowledge is not ever enough 22: what is missing then? empathy 23: the chair squeaks as I squirm each month I am lighter 24: I have a renewed appetite wasting time is nirvana 25: can you still define hope? only on the nights I dream further conversations from the other chair [2018.14.4...a] |