alliteration, napowrimo 2021, Poetry, sunday whirl, wordle

18.adrift

early morning aperture
seeks a spring repartee
breeze blowing babble
open window watch

wonderful waiting
arrival soon expected
sound speak sotto voce

personal prowl
adrift along the draft
the art of flying
reality flickers below

dawning delight
moon stealing night
dreaming of nomadic trees
powder white snow falls quietly

vaccine fever virus
a pain in my arm
48 hours later i’m feeling better

napowrimo 2021 day 18. sunday whirl wordle no 499

poet’s notes: yesterday was sorta hazy and the day before feverish… first modera vaccine… okay now… feel a lot better..



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8.stability

walking down streets
midnight to morning

the coolness and quiet
comfort the calamity

sometimes there’s a break
where all becomes unraveled

streetlights stop humming
and sidewalks lose their way

comfortable comfort
step starting soliloquy

i’m gonna keep going

poets note: each day the grief subsides and shimmers… she becomes farther and farther as she steps away… yet she’s not left at all.


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3.still.tumbling

in a 180 roll
i’m still tumbling

wings pursuing the wind
free fall feverish flight

sightless vision
stirs the story

i’m gonna gather
my separated selves

into one, and
linger here on a lost lanai

where waves comes to shore
in a watery way

i’m forgetting the grief
and the ground feels real

**poet’s note to self: writing is a way of remembering a sister who has passed…** this gets harder not easier as family and friends move from one to another… writing is helping… a way of speaking that i could not would not otherwise…


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