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. |
special doors open anywhere thoughts abide chimney smoke perfumed with Havana tobacco dusty double paned windows, no curtains or blinds there is only an imaginary connection with the view cold spring air seeps somehow across brick and mortar barriers, wool refuses seasonal retirement night lights dim totally as does the moon waning or waxing away from any permanent state you refuse to talk about love and commitment hiding all the cliché surrounding Valentine’s day I thought we would lose singularity, become paired somehow, these dreams bother someone else’s sleep in my dreams, our dead child has nightmares of transparent caskets each bearing one of his school chums, suffering horribly the firemen were too late, helmets and ladders both red, bloodshot eyes, bloodshed happened anyway we draw lines where circles are appropriate oddly shaped pegs that fit in dull, surprising places it would be more appropriate to live through views of desolation, wreaked havoc from a war zone maybe in our collective consciousness weeping willows are the most prevalent tree, sturdy oak limbs break sunlight, even veiled with thick unhappy clouds always returns and brings something called balance after life reduces our numbers [2018.1.4..a] |