NaPoWriMo (or poetry)

  • Static

    Such a little word: Static. Carrying such a weight. Anchoring. Burying. Nailed. Sitting still but unbalanced. Doing nothing but offering…

    : Static
  • Drip

    My glass is neither half empty or full It’s brimming and right at its limit My challenge each day Despite…

    : Drip
  • Forget me not

    The trousers’ crease is sharp It won’t last I know But I watch him swing his new pants As I…

    : Forget me not
  • Right now

    Beans beans can form a part Of a childish rhyme Used all the time By my two boys But then…

    : Right now
  • Boxed

    A box can be a haven A shelter A home. But also it captures the spirit The wisps of self…

    : Boxed