Seventh poem of the day. I am not so different I do want the same thing as everyone else— but on different terms That may be good enough or it may not so I hide I am not so different all of us are taught to hide I happen to be better at it (5 [...]
Tag: hour seven
Poetry Marathon 2016, Hour Seven: Two pennies in the jar
Seventh poem of the day. A sign of hope for a fresh start An indication of just how far I’ve fallen A little suggestion intended to be helpful The bottom of the barrel well and truly scraped A sidewalk discovery outside the café A small investment in an uncertain future A reminder that I need more [...]
