The
prompts for day twenty-one, a "Two for Tuesday," are to write
a “what you are” poem or to write a “what you are not” poem.
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| Alone Doesn't Mean Lonely |
On the Move
I am energy pulses,
strobing
to the beat of teenage feet.
I am a fleck of floating
dust, a smudge under
the thumb of someone
I no longer see.
I hesitate my life away—
or at least I used to. I tap
every day, pounding out
rhythms to the tides within
my wobbly shores. I find
myself, then run again,
searching
for those parts
I lost along the trail.
I am the breadcrumb
dropped from someone’s
snack, kicked around
by joy seekers, but satisfied
with where I land.
to the beat of teenage feet.
I am a fleck of floating
dust, a smudge under
the thumb of someone
I no longer see.
I hesitate my life away—
or at least I used to. I tap
every day, pounding out
rhythms to the tides within
my wobbly shores. I find
myself, then run again,
searching
for those parts
I lost along the trail.
I am the breadcrumb
dropped from someone’s
snack, kicked around
by joy seekers, but satisfied
with where I land.
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I really liked this, especially the multiple perspectives presented. I believe we are so many things every day but you've captured that multidimensional phenomena so well. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteHmm . . . I thought I responded to you here. Thank you, Mosk, for your comments. You always give such thoughtful feedback. I appreciate it.
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