One day I decided to write a poem a day. I called it "The Folded Poems" because I pretended finding them under a chair written on the folded pieces of paper. The only criteria for the poems to be, was my own endorsement. I was the judge. If it "sounded" right, I kept it. Keeping with the pace, though, was not easy. Here I am posting them up to date. I am still writing, but not necessarily every day.
Monday, April 24, 2017
Chess pieces played in game of cards may feel misplaced but act like strong believers. Am I a part of it? I pick a random queen and smile into fer face, and throw my arms around her waist. We both break into laughter. Our wide open mouths issue sounds like those of children before they knew the separation.