Rainy day,
peanut butter on
whole-grain toast,
lentil soup.
Waterside cabin,
fried eggs,
syrupy pancakes,
bacon dikes the syrup.
Chore day interrupted by
grilled cheese
sandwich
dipped in ketchup.
Warm breezes,
cold-cut sandwich,
cheap potato chips,
airborne laughter.
Hot-off-the-grill
basted shrimp,
salt-air seasoning,
rosy sunset.
Fully packed car,
open road,
charcuterie lunch
eaten while driving.
Opening Day,
roasted peanuts
(shell on),
Yuengling Traditional Lager.
Salty tears,
wedding bells,
niece/nephew giddiness,
families-becoming.
20/100
I’m writing a poem a day (sometimes two), and now I’m 20% there. It’s causing me to rethink poetry and my approach to it, when and how I’ve written it in the past.
all the voices in my head 