Thursday, March 2, 2023

the rest of february’s micropoetry part one

Day fifteen

Poem for that summer we went fishing. Whether the lake was still or not.


Day sixteen 

Poem for rebuilding a life. For rekindling hope. For making a new poem.


Day seventeen 

Poem for the one who collects tears in lacrymatories. Not a competition. 


Day eighteen

Poem for bare walls and empty chairs. Fill them with something good. Let there be the sound of laughter. Share a meal with the one who has become a stranger. 


Day nineteen 

Poem for the moment. Waiting. Everything thick and heavy. Clouds waiting to burst. 


Day twenty

Poem for the moment you wiped away the tears. Pain as a baptism. Welcome.

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