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.
Sunday, December 11, 2016
Throughout the night great glory's breaking out: a greyhound pierces beams throughout sleeping fields; soft, quiet leafs from aching distance fall one by one upon the thinning darkness; then, sunshine comes to lap up the blood of the night.
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