NAPOWRIMO Day 5
I swear the more poems the write the worse I get! *laughing* My brain just does not seem to want to work "poetically," yet. Perhaps I'm writing them too late in the day and should try them at dawn, rather than after dusk like I tend to do with fiction. (I'll try that tomorrow. Does anyone notice different writing schedules work better for different genres?)
Whatev's--here's today's NAPOWRIMO poem.
When Night Falls
Dark slow sky body
settles its blue black skin
upon the earth.
When I too fall,
I sleep below its shadow,
head fast to my pillow.
In morning we both
rise. In its place shall be dawn;
mine a wrinkled sheet.
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