Here's day one:
01 April 2023
I forget that the blue isn’t always metaphor
sometimes it is just the residual shadow
of the cloud or a bird that has decided the corner
of my eye is the best nest.
Saturday, April 1, 2023
It's National Poetry Month
It's been several years since I wrote a poem a day for poetry month but I think I'll try this month. A bloggy little poetry thing. At school, all my classes have final projects that involve writing so why not a few more words?
Here's day one:
01 April 2023
I forget that the blue isn’t always metaphor
sometimes it is just the residual shadow
of the cloud or a bird that has decided the corner
of my eye is the best nest.
Here's day one:
01 April 2023
I forget that the blue isn’t always metaphor
sometimes it is just the residual shadow
of the cloud or a bird that has decided the corner
of my eye is the best nest.
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Beautiful. I haven't done a poem-a-day in years. One year I did a haiku a day. Perhaps I will give it a go.
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