This #monthofpoetry, has been as much about re-kindling my poetic license much more than it was about forced churning out of a daily product. I’ve been going through my past writings and developing half thoughts into 3/4 thoughts (there is always room for editing) and while I’ve not written every day, poetry and writing have been at front, everyday. Reading both my own as well as wandering through the halls of poems at Poetry Foundation. It’s been since my undergrad when I really allowed myself the fancy of feeling like a am a writer of poetry. I’ve truly missed it.
Bleak on fleek. I lie in bed (perhaps I reek?). Quarantine so bold, Makes life unfold, In rivulets of despair. I lie in bed *to clear my head* And all I get is poetry.