It may be day ‘whatever’ of our new abnormal (not willing to call it new normal) but it is Day 5 of National/global poetry writing month. My group of poets has been hard at work collectively creating from around the globe.
Apparently because I have time on my hands, I seeded another small poetry boom with two other friends.
Here are two tastes of what we’ve been up to:
#2
we are not ourselves —
broken by the tides
waves bigger than a volkswagon
bigger than a house
slap us to enfeeblement.
the two children hand in our hand
have floated out to sea
you grasp for them, understand the sea foam in a new way
reach the cold undertow, not for the first time
you know its presence
but for first time, it knows you
its ownership stark, its knowledge
clinical — it weighs your calculation
against the dead reckoned value
of two small souls.
They have floated, buoyant on the coming swell
the soft sand a gentle bed.
The forget-me-nots remembered
Spilling from a meager gap
Between weathered steps and frigid sidewalk slab.
The forget-me-nots remembered
With petals blue as a crayoned sky,
Winter’s dripping shrouds wrung dry.
The forget-me-nots remembered
The riot of verdancy, bounty of Fall,
The pale grief of Winter’s passing thrall.
The forget-me-nots remembered
For me, when the world felt far too bleak,
And walking home, head down, I found Spring was at my feet.
It’s not too late to join in. Or commit to any other kind of writing you’ve been longing to try.
Check out http://www.napowrimo.net/
Rooms in Bloom 
Great idea. I’ll see what we ca do
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