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.
Saturday, November 26, 2016
wistful
i think of how it could have been
and wistful i become
i don't know the where or when
but now the race is run
and all the words you never said
are pounding in my ears
as i lay in an empty bed
left only with my tears
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