This was a project I did basically during the pandemic. I started writing a poem a day. Once ‘real life’ started again it got harder to write everyday, which is interesting.
I have started to edit some of these mostly the kids poetry. I think there might be enough here for a book. We shall see.
I make no claim that much of this is “good” poetry. But I do make the claim that I loved doing it and I learned something and some of it makes me cry.
soft not seizing
should we force
what won’t come easy?
would giving way
be much more pleasing?
could we bend
without getting queasy?
might reach our end
through soft not seizing?