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, August 31, 2019
brackish
salt marsh dreams
the screams of birds aloft
painting softened skies
and stir the air scented by
the brackish water below
ripples in their breeze
and all the reeds wave hello
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