Hi. I'll post the stuff that doesn't entirely make me cringe.
I've also forgotten how to write. I hope I can relearn this month. I have a long way to go, yet.
Yesterday's is awful, so here's part of today's, an extension (yes, yet more!) of the loss themed one started in last month's workshop! I'm beginning to think I have more a series, though, than a single poem. Meh, I'll decide later.
VIII. (uh, numbering is approximate)
there's an empty space
on my bookshelf.
IX.
the rain feels cold, again.
X.
Two sweatshirts
and bright sun
can't chase away the cold.
XI.
she huddles, shaking
behind him,
to hide her face
from stark, naked divide.
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