Sometimes Tuesday’s Poems Tumble {into Friday}

 

It’s noisy in here
……….{my head}
,
this place of scattered
at
-most
-fear
and sometimes
dread. I’m airing
out my poems now,
clean fresh sheets
in the sun…
sky finally full
of sound words
spoken,
days undone.

..
tuesday’s twiglet (#62). 

 

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5 Responses to Sometimes Tuesday’s Poems Tumble {into Friday}

  1. Misky says:

    This feels like new beginnings. Freshness. Delightful. Just what my heart needed today.

  2. Jules says:

    An undone day… full of sounds. A well done day.
    I adore how you split up at – most – fear.

  3. Shawna says:

    I am literally picturing preschooler poems doing somersaults on a gymnastics mat.

    Nothing makes me happier than “full-of-sound words.”

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