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.
sometimes melt
memories seem like snapshots
stored and stacked in the mind
but maybe they are more like spun sugar
stretched and gathered
sometimes melt before you can find
a tapestry
the thread of days
joined one by one
a tapestry
when all is done
to look back
enjoy the sight
of a life lived
the colors right
when night gets cold
the place to be
when night gets cold
when time does pass
when you get old
deep within
the comfort found
inside yourself
dear hearts around