A poem a day, for 14 days.
My aim is to put down on paper what I see and what I feel in the best and simplest way – Ernest Hemingway
Thank you for being there.
Light– in there I see.
Dark- where did you go, my solemn key?
Cloudy grey and a knifed word dulled.
Thank you for answering.
Now– for I was beginning to scare.
Never– when my blood ran cold and my skin did tear.
Always a bitter mistake.
=14= \\ I am my mother’s only one/ It’s enough/ I wear my garment so it shows/ Now you know/ Only love is all maroon/ Gluey feathers on a flume/ Sky is womb and she’s the moon \\ Flume by Bon Iver
I’m so tired of having the flu
with sweeping messes and the flume
different coloured smoky fumes
My heart is low for sticky hues