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, July 8, 2017
turpitude
oh how you revel in yourself
you strut and prance
and in truth there is
no small beauty in your
moral turpitude displayed
as peacock feathers arrayed
but like the dandy bird
you cannot truly fly
weighted down by
bad deed and false word
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