A poem every day

poem every day

Always the words come
in short rhythmic lines
with images
sometimes salty or
falling cool like rain.
Fresh strawberry words.

Pull up a chair
for the two-bite feast.

You pack a compact bag
for the poem voyage.
Nothing more than what is needed,
chosen from a different closet.

Look up, search under.
Peer inside your sweet self.
Notice how your heart pulls
(and in what direction).

To write a poem
every day feels
decadent chocolate dessertful.

*Today is the first day of my daily poetry project. Join me here on weekdays.
 

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