So I guess I haven't been driving myself crazy enough lately, because I came up with something else to do: writing a poem a day, every day, for as long as I can. :0 Hell, why not? Since today is the first round, I wrote TWO to celebrate. Bonus get. (Actually, I didn't plan to write two, it just sort of happened. x|) To paraphrase They Might Be Giants (I forget which John said it,) I hope that this will help to make me "less precious and more prolific"... or something. Whatever. They may not always make sense or be particularly good (see part two of today's post,) but the idea is to just write them, not to make them amazing. So without further ado:
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Round One Part One
To think that I had lost faith in you,
hard brown arms and twisted fingers.
Surely you seemed to be rumbled deep,
drowned down and down in the dark
wind and
cold;
but now I am the one who trembles
in the face of your green fury,
shinin' like the sun.
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Round One Part Two
"In Chinese we have almost no grammar."
With the dinosaur comes the wave
of dust and bone pieces,
bitty sharp fossil tossed by time
onto memory's shore, dry and long
brittle sky stacked overtop.
Dead beachy wood and sharp water
trickles off prickly-
the dinosaur splinters on the bank
and
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How Disturbing.
It's a Gaia Journal. You know the drill. Stuff you don't care about, written by someone you don't know. :0
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In my next life,
I want to be me,
and meet you again.