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, July 2, 2018
canicular
The Raise
his pause drawn out
like a canicular afternoon
sultry and humid
slightly uncomfortable
skin stuck to the seat
sweat trickling
and she waits
yet again
for a man
to determine her fate
and in her heart
a little more hate
I see two things when I read this, One, an accused witch waiting for her sentencing. Two a modern day woman with a broken AC waiting for the fellow who will repair it between the hours of 8am and 1pm Monday... or maybe Tuesday... Or maybe Saturday...
I see two things when I read this, One, an accused witch waiting for her sentencing. Two a modern day woman with a broken AC waiting for the fellow who will repair it between the hours of 8am and 1pm Monday... or maybe Tuesday... Or maybe Saturday...
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