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.
Tuesday, December 6, 2016
It rains on my parade and grassroots hide their blades inside my shoes. Insiders groups inspire members only, and raindrops drum on bare roofs. What if I drop a second shoe and cross an alley? What if the worst I'll find is what I seek?
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