Winter clears her throat,
pulls on her coat,
and begins the long walk home
Silver clouds follow her
Whispering secrets no one stops to hear
Winter love song
Tag: Micro-poetry
Now and Then
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Someday just called to say they were running a little late. Sorry, I have to go. Now is here. They can text me at next time. Maybe they will have better luck there.
Day 38 Let’s write a stupid book
Day 38
#writerslife
Be afraid
What was that?
said, the voice in your head
The only answer,
the silence and the dread
as the shadows dance across the wall
What can you do?
Nothing
Nothing at all
Day 37 Let’s write a stupid book
Day 37
#writerslife
Love poem #1
Meow
Meooooow
Meowweeow
I know kitty
I love you too
Day 36 Let’s write a stupid book
Day 36
#writerslife
The next day
Remember the day you woke up and realized …
It was all a dream
nothing changed
Hate and fear won,
and in a few months you may have to live it all over again
Day 35 Let’s write a stupid book
Day 35
#writerslife
The break
You say
No one knows what they are doing
As the tibetan bowls tones reverberate through the universe
Intentions journey an infinite path or maybe it’s all just bull shit
We will see
Either way
Just put the words on the page
Tell the story
Day 34 Let’s write a stupid book
Day 34
#writerslife
Umami
Failure is a dish served best with red wine, grilled cheese, aside of next time
I’m sorry I didn’t mean to say it like that
I meant to say …
You know what I meant
I meant it is supposed to feel wrong, but not bitter
It is a stop sign
It means pause for a moment, not stop forever
Do not overthink this lesson
Embrace the infinite
No one knows what they are doing
Day 33 Let’s write a stupid book
Day 33
#writerslife
Umami
Failure is a dish served best with red wine, grilled cheese, aside of next time
I’m sorry I didn’t mean to say it like that
I meant it is supposed to feel wrong, but not bitter
It is a stop sign
It means pause, not stop forever
Do not overthink this
Embrace the stupid
No one knows what they are doing
Day 32 Let’s write a stupid book
Day 32
#writerslife
Brick by brick
Something like that
They will come flooding in like starlings
it must seem tragic, or terrifying, or melancholy
and the only remedy is hate and fear
