Two hundred and forty. Counting tonight’s poem, that’s my poem-a-day writing tally since April 1st this year.
I have to admit I sometimes marvel at this being my writing reality. I who am notoriously poky when it comes to writing anything. Even my beloved poetry.
What things are steadfast?
Not the I love you whispered
ear-close in a cresting rush
Not any of us standing here
slouched, our faces turned away
Not the sky, blue enough for joy
today, storm-ripped tomorrow
Not, Praise God, the bone-crack
grief life shares from time to time
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I really liked Brenda’s poem and want her to continue writing great poems.