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
fast feet are falling on the cemetery ground
and everything around and beneath
each resting bone and every restless teacher on a lunchbreak
are rooted in this soil as i am taking heed
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