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.
Sunday, August 13, 2017
vermicular
lonely she stalks
the maze of statuary
fingers caressing
the faces of stone
her vermicular hair
writhing like ringlets
dancing in wind
she walks ever alone
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