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.

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about the rain

watching the grey sky
I wonder about the rain
crying tears of joy
or weeping streams of sadness
both whetting the will to grow

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worn thin

color stretches grey
across a canvas worn thin
by the daily dredge
of worry tinged with sadness
how long can the fibers hold?

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Voyageurs

Do you seek passage
on the great and mighty ship
named Kindness and Truth
or are you distracted by
the hustle of the harbor?

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Trust the Truth

Outside leaves rain down
Blanketing the waiting ground
A hushed reminder
We all need warmth in winter
Trust the truth of those you touch

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Why?

Why write one poem
everyday for a year?
To see what happens.
To work on getting better.
To prove to myself I can.

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respite

blanketed with wet
as out of a deep mud bog
claws birdsong and breeze
she smells the fetid promise
of more violence to come

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before the rain

the air hangs heavy
full with the promise of change
awaiting release
she smells the sweet new future
while storms build just out of view

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just do it

calm water beckons
dive in to the deep unknown
risk for something new
moments slip quickly away
hesitation no refuge

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sadness

the sky fills with clouds
the bright rising sun forfeits
to dense shadow land
heaviness seeps into heart
tears, rivulets of a storm

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