Craft it up.
Send it out
Check it off.
The intentions were there,
But I’m staring at the screen
seeing blurs
realizing it’s dream-time.
My off-switch just flipped,
so this poem will be left unfinished
until my brain is back on-line.
Perhaps tomorrow some time?
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NaPoWriMo day 23. Shakespeare’s birthday! I was going to play with a sonnet for their response prompt. Perhaps another day!
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I am not enough
to fill the void.
A yawning maw,
a gaping hole,
inadequacy piled upon inadequacy
overwhelms
and I
do not have the mass
to shore up against this tide
of weakness compounded
year after year until they got here.
I am battered.
I am broken.
I am not enough.
I rolled into the room
delighted with engagement,
conversation,
company.
I rolled out of the room
on a high.
I rolled into the house
fell into my bed
and took fifteen hours
to recover from
intellectual curiosity.
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Had my first big outing since I’ve been laid up with my broken ankle. I was out 6 hours for medical appointment, grad school workshop, and transportation. It was wonderful to talk to folks more erudite than my dogs, but apparently it was exhausting! The ankle wasn’t thrilled, either. I won’t be doing it again for a few weeks!
Shawn L. Bird 