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 9, 2018
my therapist observes that i escape from real to imagined
while taking place in my imagination
he sits across a prayer rug from me and looks me in an eye
my eye is warming up and brims with tear
i am alone i sigh i cannot make you real
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