Day 23, Poem 1
Form: Free verse. Again.
drought
It's been nine whole days since
the rain stopped, and I'm dried out
beneath a segmented sun.
I have no patience
for the endless flies, the slow
turn of the sky, the inevitable
mistakes wandering trackless
through the desert of routine
and I try to be
gracious to frustration, polite
to the confused
nudging my way towards clarity, but
the summer heat sticks like
candyfloss to the palms of my hands
and the small of my back
the whole world gasping
I am walking through sand; I see
a cloud on the horizon and I wish
that it would rain.
Notes: This weekend I'm going to go right through all the forms I've been neglecting and write a poem for each. Because I can, mostly.
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