Writing Life

Some mornings when I write poetry I count syllables
the banal topic seeps down the page my banal
life is not earth-shaking, inspirational

What is inspirational? Traveling into space,
singing on stage, brain surgeons
making lots of money?

These things won’t happen. I continue to write
my life seeping down the page.


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Friday, July 30, 2021 ►


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