LexPoMo
My eyes sharply tuned to sounds,
ears focused on snippets of images,
excavating poetry
masquerading as the mundane.
Images, concepts, stories,
tossed in a basket
to be unfurled
into ribbons
of words
streaming
down
my
page.
Late each night I wait to see
what calls out,
or settles in my mind,
to be given voice.
So thankful June
only has 30 days.
I need sleep.
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Me too! First year zi ever wrote all 30! I like this poem and unfurled into ribbons of words
Julia, We write at different times. I post in the early morning and you post late at night. You are writing beautifully. I’ll go back and read all I’ve missed. I’m glad the 30 days is over but I wouldn’t have missed it.
“unfurled
into ribbons
of words
streaming
down
my
page”
Love your snapshot
This poem is so wonderful! It talks of so many feelings and actions related to this wild and crazy month of writing– and the way poetry has taken residence inside us! Thank you for your poetry and comments through the month–I love this poem and the style of it too. Get some sleep but keep writing too!