EACH DAY A NEW WORD / EACH DAY A NEW PIECE -
ON HIATUS. It has been over five years of writing a daily poem and I needed a bit of a break. I'm not sure what the next step for this project will be. In the meantime, I am reviewing the poems written to compile into a new anthology. Thank you for joining me on this journey and enjoy the poetry.
Monday, April 20, 2015
dessicate
ancient and frail
the dessicated form
wrapped in a cotton smock
and a smile
rocks in her chair
and holds within her
the girl in a tutu
pirouetting until
dizziness overtook her
and she fell down
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