All I seem able to do lately is say I’m exhausted and post a poem, say I’m exhausted and post a poem. Yeah, well …
so many missteps
so much I have forgotten
soft lips against skin
I find this path back to you
my touch reading you like Braille
It amazes me that today is April 29th and I have written a poem every day this month — and some days more than one! I know I keep talking about how I can’t believe I’m writing poety, but I actually mean something different this time. The fact that I have been disciplined enough to push myself to write every day and focus enough to pull together a poem each day, really surprises and pleases me. I am always thinking I don’t have time to fit my writing in … well, clearly that isn’t an excuse I can use now.