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.
old habits
old habits walk
on paths well worn
the ruts of life
the past not shorn
to make a change
requires heft
the fear creeps in
what will be left?
Lucky Seven
Gorgeous weekend morning
Perfect breeze blows just right
In pulls a big truck
Painted color of the night
“Lucky Seven Tree Co”
Nothing lucky there at all
The noise of saw and grinder
Roars in — invading all
The quiet shatters loudly
On this lovely weekend morn
It isn’t even 9 am!
At least you could have warned!
I would have closed my windows
Put plugs into my ears
Instead I sit here cringing
As branches grind through gears
The hum of the machine
Eating all that comes in close
A blank spot now across the street
A tree is now a ghost