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.
Wednesday, December 9, 2015
objet trouvé
some things
cannot be made
they must be found
objet trouvé
litter the landscape
waiting to be collected
and kept and treasured
we are all such
as we all search
a sea of sweeping eyes
seeing only debris
but one looks deeper
and sees me
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