1
soft rain
the endless march of
novels continues
soft rain
still hidden away
in my shell
(hermit)
—february 26
2
weary eyes
fighting a sleepless battle
for this story
3
dark clouds—
flat holes
in a tangerine sky
—february 27
4
sweet lemonade sunlight
pouring in the windows
the novel nearly complete
5
this quiet dark
broken by the shining
of a book light
—february 29
6
year’s first
mockingbird song
open window
7
whishing traffic
punctuated by the question mark
of a water droplet
8
this evening
is the sky made of
candy or watercolors?
—march 1
9
laying out
the future
infinity of words
—march 2
10
hairy man
across the pool
reading Catch-22
on my side
I write poems
—march 3
Notes for Week 9
There’s a rather bookish bent to this week’s poems, isn’t there? It wasn’t planned that way; rather, it was a happy discovery when I looked at my notebook to compile the entry. Sometimes the currents of our lives only show up in hindsight.
This Week in Poetry is an experiment in journaling through poetry, and sharing micro-moments of my life and writings, every week for a whole year. Thanks for coming along for part of the journey.
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Photo Credits
Top photo: Max Rovensky
Bottom photo: Emilio Garcia