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.
found (1)
confusing growth
tumbled
as a young seed long inside
not knowing
waiting
realizing
we are prepared
to become larger
Playing a bit with ‘found poetry’ - this was constructed based on finding words in an essay by Alice Walker, in Living by the Word: Essays. Thanks to Robyn and Lisa for the inspiration.