Poems that don’t quite make it

As I’ve mentioned ad nauseum at this point, I have over 365 poems (or poems that turned into short stories) which I wrote between September 2023 and September 2024, and I’ve been going through them and deciding which should seek “official” publication and which are either just so bad (or angry, or personal) they should die in a fire, and those which are not great but not super super embarrassing either, and those in the third category might well continue to find their way into my blog over the next year or so. Here are a couple. These are all written by me and you are welcome to read them, but if you want to share them, please let people know I wrote them first.

Wander your ear wait

catch the late

 geese cry

look up

precisely where they fly

a checkmark approval

a pass

across an evening sky

I’m sharing seasonal poetry today:

One raven two

call circle rove above, ahead

tamed fire smoke faints, parting air

sun prying, returning to shelter of low cloud

red and greens and browns of hill, Sunday morning

reminder of good reasons to stay but

quiet does not last long enough before traffic hazards and

noise interrupt well may be this

is why they too stay

I don’t have dates on all my poems, but I must have written this one last November!

Ready for Buy-Nothing Day

Wasn’t Black Friday

I shopped anyway

foolish complaint of no steals

More to come, I’m afraid!