In order to self-motivate and to ensure I write each day, I signed up for word of the day emails. Now, I get a word in my inbox every morning and by the end of the day write a new piece either incorporating the word or encapsulating its meaning.

That's the idea anyway.

Please enjoy.

Monday, August 20, 2018

satiety

peach ripe flesh or plums swollen
this harvest sweetest right before the turn
where remains may rot or be preserved
to serve instead stone fruit season bounty
piecemeal spread across the barren months
or now to taste till satiety sets in
as juices drip from lip to chin

Sunday, August 19, 2018

imperturbable

too easy riled have I ever been
my skin but scratched will bleed
I envy, and always have done,
the imperturbable their ease
and their serene countenance
I cannot make my face to lie
love and hate both will show
regardless of what
I would have the world know

Saturday, August 18, 2018

adulation

he wanted a princess
I wanted a partner
and so our ways parted
I could not meet
his adulation
and found instead
his degradation
of affection
perfection
not my strong suit
I wait for one
who finds my flaws cute

Friday, August 17, 2018

thwart

tears may water
sun to grow
despair the shade
that thwarts the sprout
from rising through dirt
to become the tree



Thursday, August 16, 2018

volatile

turbulent times
call for steady hands
yet here
sense o'erthrown
tiller took
by the vehement and volatile
calm and cool were made to walk the plank 
pirate style
the birds cry out above
boat bounces from rock to shore
we all will capsize
or will we restore
before
before
before
the falls

Wednesday, August 15, 2018

nonchalant

in a miasma
of apathy
or acceptance
to be washed
away or clean
urgency increases
yet conversely
I find myself
more nonchalant
I can't say which
perhaps experience
has made me wary
of permanence
or perhaps
I am resigned
to float on fate
and wait

Tuesday, August 14, 2018

gaffer

unlock the box
that is his mouth
and his memory
behind old leather
lies a library
stories more
than Alexandria
what burned
the quiet gaffer
sat at the corner
and nursing his pint
or look back
at your phone
and solitary drink
and scroll