I think a poem/day will be all I can muster.
Ghosts, slipping
treelike through forests
populated by people
looking just like they
once did. Slowly
dissolving, windborne
gossamer, 'til people
look through them.
Haunting not others,
but themselves with
each mirror-ward glance.
Remembering when
they treated ghosts
similarly, in
youthful vibrancy.
14/100
all the voices in my head 
Oh, I love this metaphor and the imagery. As for the challenge, just change your start dare and stick to one a day 🙂 I’m so happy to have you doing this with me. One a day is challenging. How’s it feel for you so far?
Stressful. My poems come unbidden usually or at the very least the subject does. I’m finding I have to tune into my incremental thoughts and emotions more. And you?
Same. I find I’m looking all day for that image that will spark the starting off point, and often it’s taking a long time.
Forgot to say: the stress is largely from the deadline. “One each day!” Usually I have good intentions but just don’t take the time away from something else
The pace is honestly kind of insane. I’ve been up close to midnight a lot lately…but I am writing a lot more and that was the point for me. I need a push!