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.
Friday, November 10, 2017
I live in the mystery of the unsaid words
the words that I don't want to hear
out of fear that they were never said.
I live in the fear of the untold past
and in the horror of inarticulate mumble
of my entire life.