Just an Observation
All of these poems dropping like snowflakes through coal-dust
each flake glyphed in it’s slow spiraling descent learning to soar.
Thirty poems in thirty days, so we respond, Y‘all know this is nuts.
And we write, saddle up! We write at dawn! it’s just that we must
time spaces and letters in places the letters are allowed to roar.
All of these poems dropping like snowflakes through coal-dust.
A gathering of poets in a one room schoolhouse, a mycillial fuss
a crayon drawing in a physics book gives an answer and a score,
thirty poems in thirty days, as we respond, Y’all know, this is nuts!
Many writings built quick and some cast in concrete just for fun
and oh joy! seeing one about the sea leaves me giggling ashore.
All of these poems dropping like snowflakes through coal-dust,
from the fires, phones, and fever-dreams come prayers of a just
asking and telling, whispers and yelling, sharing, caring or more
Thirty poems in thirty days, so we respond, Y’all know this is nuts.
A physics test left on a chair, colored in. Outside the known ruts
who knows, maybe poetry changes the world, touches the core
all of these poems dropping like snowflakes through coaldust.
Thirty poems in thirty days, so we respond, Y’all know this is nuts?
* shoutout to Sue Leathers. ” we write at dawn ” ….. 😀
