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, February 2, 2018
it feels like seventy two according to the forecast
it is seventy two
i feel a little hot in my deserted bedroom and still a little wet after a bath i took
but it is kind of strange to tie these feelings to numbers 7 and 2
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