lost the message
the house
rings
the sky, walls
lost the keys
blade and
bow turn, jangle
yours in my
pocket
let me in
lost the pen
a pencil hides in the eaves
lost the
border
the road has
not been built
lost weight
between the
days
lost hair
in grief
lost bone
in years
lost jobs
in unkindness
lost fear
in practice
lost pain
in care
Almost made me cry.
ReplyDeleteThanks for saying you were moved, Susan. That mean a lot to me. I lost some fear in the practice of this project, thanks Project 366 people. I have lost some pain by being cared for and caring recently. So I hope there is some healing emotion at the end of the poem as well.
ReplyDeleteThe project has been great for me too. I feel much more relaxed, losing fear in a way too, not feeling that every poem has to be perfect but being prepared to go with the flow and learning from that as well. It is so good to get a response from other poets and sometimes surprising.
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