Bionic
My watch cheerfully tells me the time of day
and reminds me of my upcoming appointments.
My watch suggests I turn left on Lincoln when
I am headed in to work, so I turn left on Lincoln.
My watch tells me it is time to stand up
and I stand until it can tell that have stood.
My watch tells me to take a minute to breathe,
and I breathe deep breaths in time with its tapping.
My watch says I am behind on my steps,
and I step and pace and watch the numbers tick.
My watch interrupts, demands attention like a toddler
pointing out every text and email and tweet.
My watch is concerned that there are storms on the way,
and I feel them rumbling and wait for instructions.
So the purpose of this blog is to be a space to practice creativity. I am currently using it as a place to record a single, unedited poem for each day in 2019. While I attempt to write everyday, I may not actually post daily. Instead, I will post poems as they are completed, but one for everyday of the year. Not sure I can make it, but we'll see. It's fun to try regardless :)
Tuesday, May 7, 2019
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No One I run until I am invisible and free from the tendrils of the day and the treadmill and the others who fill this space, free of my gho...
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Maintaining Some people won’t straighten their desks at the end of the day, but I do, most days, and I sweep the floor as well, ten to tw...
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No One I run until I am invisible and free from the tendrils of the day and the treadmill and the others who fill this space, free of my gho...
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Through a Crack in the Door Think of those times late at night, really any time in the long expanse of life when you are walking down any em...
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