Gnats
We forget the pleasure
of a coat of paint,
a tightened screw,
the hard brush scrubbing
of the bathroom tile.
These projects that seem
to grow in their enormity,
to accumulate against us.
We live with thousands
of little burdens, flying
then settling like dust,
like gnats, and we forget
that we are burdened,
we forget, but we stoop
a little lower, work
harder to rise from it.
We hide from ourselves
the obvious, our desire
and ability to make
things right.
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 :)
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Poem: March 12, 2024
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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