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.
Friday, July 20, 2018
paste (verb)
heads hung low
as a preteen
soccer team
who've been pasted
by their rivals
but still required
to walk the line
and "good game" along
never mind
the refs were wrong
paid off
by some colluding mom
still we're expected
to remain calm, collected
and if we dare
to pitch a fit
we're unsportsmanlike
I call bullshit
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