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I am participating in the
Slice of Life.
All participants are writing about one moment, one part of their day,
on Tuesdays.
Thank you, Two Writing Teachers!
Slice of Life.
All participants are writing about one moment, one part of their day,
on Tuesdays.
Thank you, Two Writing Teachers!
I've been writing more poetry in recent weeks...there's something about this pandemic that has made poetry writing very attractive, very soothing for me.
Today, all I have is a poem...this one poured out after my morning walk...
Today, all I have is a poem...this one poured out after my morning walk...
Stainless Steel Sunrise
A stainless steel sunrise,
bright, and fixed in the sky,
foreshadowing,
a utilitarian day ahead.
All I want to do is curl up in the fetal position and
be alone in a dark room,
but the day beckons like required surgery.
I must get through it.
Let’s begin with a slow walk
beneath the weeping willow branches
stretching over the path,
feel their soft, surprising caress
across the neck and shoulders.
Notice how the wind picks up,
swoops my hair high,
shifting it from one side to another,
back and forth,
stretching me to let go.
Witness the Black-eyed Susan that has
pushed through the crack in the concrete,
fearless and not to be denied.
Smile at the small dog following his owner,
being coaxed along on his leash,
and know
I am not the only one
who finds today hard.
