Day 8: The Quiet Lie

Over a week into the new year and the new challenge!

Another short one today, intended to be longer but I couldn’t organize my thoughts and the puppies kept wanting attention. I think I’d originally intended to make some kind of ode to creatures who’ve gone extinct but I honestly can’t remember at this point. It’s funny how putting things down and coming back to them changes them each time, even if it’s only a brief departure.

The Quiet Lie

Day 300 & Day 301: Drizzle; Numbers and Noise

Yesterday’s poem written before a long drive through some yucky weather. Too heavy to be called mist, too light to be called rain. Just wet enough to make the roads fun to drive on and seep into everything.

Drizzle

This morning’s poem brought to you from that “I don’t know where this is coming from” part of my mind. I’m honestly not sure if it’s a form of insight or simply my attempt to process everything that’s going on lately in the world. There just seems to be so much…

Numbers and Noise