“How did someone come at last to the word for patience
And know that it was the right word for patience”
~ W.S. Merwin
No subtle breach of taxation
Deliberation that grew moss up the north side
Persistence before we knew what
It isn’t without end though it may seem
At last it would be in short supply
At some point we all find ourselves
Hanging by that last red nerve
When you reach that point
You just know
I had intended to post all of my poems for NaPoWriMo on a separate blog linked here but have decided not to. Anything written and posted the dame day is likely a best a draft. Some of these may very well have promise and some not. Clearly it is unlikely any would become a full fledged poem in a single day. It has happened to me but it is rare.
I am posting these on a forum, but otherwise, I'll perhaps give you one every few days or some bits like I do from my journal. That seems to me to be the best course for me to take. As always, your comments are welcome...