this is how i actually wanted yesterday's poem:
edStuff
an exploration of the arts, faith and whatever else crosses my mind
Sunday, April 28, 2024
Saturday, April 27, 2024
#NaPoWriMo 2024 day twentyseven
i try not to always think of endings.
let the minutes go by one by one by one.
each day has enough of its own troubles.
there is so much still left to do.
the list just keeps getting longer.
there will never be enough time.
there are so many books still to read.
what are we building with all these words?
is there still the possibility of understanding?
there have been too few moments of silence.
i have to remember to sometimes just stop.
try to note each day as a small beginning.
plant a seed and trust it to grow.
let the minutes go by one by one by one.
each day has enough of its own troubles.
there is so much still left to do.
the list just keeps getting longer.
there will never be enough time.
there are so many books still to read.
what are we building with all these words?
is there still the possibility of understanding?
there have been too few moments of silence.
i have to remember to sometimes just stop.
try to note each day as a small beginning.
plant a seed and trust it to grow.
there is so much more of the implied threat.
we make plans and wait for the perfect moment.
we navigate accidents
and surprises.
i meant everything i promised.
the days keep getting
shorter.
i still hope that
heaven is a real place.
in my dreams heaven is
full of books.
we clothe ourselves
with words.
we keep digging and
digging and digging.
we build monuments to
monuments.
no one remembers when
it all began.
let us apologize for
all our mistakes.
i promise you: my
intentions were good.
Friday, April 26, 2024
Thursday, April 25, 2024
#NaPoWriMo 2024 day twentyfive
Bone breaking thick in the midst of the spin and thrust. Clipped wings and the drill sings. Tickled pricking skin punctured and stifled sensation. Thick rubbery thud of meat falling into empty spaces. The sleepy grasping. Foreign object. Disconnected tissue thinned out by needles and need. Pinned against the future. Shaped by necessity. The odd process. So useless. Such a strange thing this dangling appendage wrapped and bandaged. Weighing out the body’s damage.
Wednesday, April 24, 2024
#NaPoWriMo 2024 day twentyfour
the constant some victories count
struggle, or are not victorious, the losses
prepare yourself nor glorious
when that thing slaves to wonder
it is over we're building:
fortress,
struggle, or are not victorious, the losses
prepare yourself nor glorious
sit. enchantment the end.
of the world,or our bed
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