Tag: NaPoWriMo
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Day 24
a clean sheet of paper hides every sin, each fumble and misspelling, so you think God spoke to me clean through, that I am innocent
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Day 23
I wonder if the beams from streetlights singe your fine needles, exhaust you, if only true dark can heal you
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Day 22
rushing her work, damp snow plunges through night air, knowing full well her fate is to dissolve and river-away come morning
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Day 21
when you tell of youth, and risk, and being bold, you do not reveal the cloister in your heart — how even now it hides itself
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Day 20
is it a god or a black cat that crosses my path in these woods? am I cursed, sainted, lost, or simply trespassing?
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Day 19
that dark corner may recall years past as it sighs – drowsy, in a haze – that I was here writing long into its unwinding future
Poems from in between 