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, February 10, 2020
debonair
the dashing days are done
gone the air so debonair
gone the glam and giddy
these 20s not so roaring
with champagne and frippery
the work to do won’t wait
for your blind eye to turn
or dancing to a fiddle
while the world doth burn
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