Is it Thursday yet?
A common enough refrain
Imbued with meaning
To those initiated
Into a Critical cult
Tag: Misc.
Imagination
The perfect rollercoaster
Human emotion
Distilled into liquid fear
Or an effervescent joy
The page and I stare
Blankly back at each other.
A game of chicken.
“How do you write poetry
When days all run together?”
Each spring they gather
From all corners of the World
Ink at the ready
Listen closely, Close your eyes
You can hear the poets sing.
Ahead I see it
Beyond that greater distance
A thin line broken
By tall peaks dressed in black tie
Gold cuff links and long coat tails
Folding continues
But this time I fold myself
Into new poses
Learning vocabulary
Strength and flexibility
Hello my ink well!
Yes, it has been a long time.
The longest March yet!
But do not worry so much,
Last year was just a chapter.
Let us turn the page,
Take up the quill and begin,
A new storyline,
An adventure to fill up,
Our weary bodies and soul.
Progress is slower
But I make my way forward
Sketching and inking
Each line a small victory
Celebrated with color