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.
Wednesday, December 11, 2019
sodden
is there a sadder sound
than squish of sodden sock
inside of boot as slush seeps in
sole and soul weeps in winter
rubber seals broken or cracked
too sad to go on
too far to go back
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