poeming on a gray wednesday
In this vale
that lie hidden
in the recesses
of our hearts
until the shuffling
flies away no more
from the face
of all our fears.
Once again, I am doing a poem-a-day in November, instead of NaNoWriMo.
(All of you writing novels this month, I salute you.)
I'm mostly writing and posting my poems on my instagram/ tumblr, but today's poem needed publishing here because of those indented lines.
Also, if you missed the link I shared on my FB this morning, please go read this wonderful article on reading poetry.
That's basically an outline of why I read (and write) poetry.
(Except for number 18, which I think is just that author's experience.)