day 11; fill in the blank
Why does
[infatuation attraction lust loss love]
drive us to poetry?
What is it about
[line rhythm meter rhyme]
that
day 10; why do i rhyme?
Why,
when I speak of love,
do I rhyme?
Say Poetry is the heart,
the words a song,
and rhyme
day 9; like a king
Crammed between
My cold and shattered ribs,
I've slathered mortar nice and thick.
Build up the wall, I
day 8; juliescent
juliescent /dʒuː-li-e-sent/ adj
fierce resolve or devotion of youthful or naive persons
When I dream, I'm seventeen,
and
day 7; the birds will still be singing
The birds will still be singing;
In the brush will lay a fawn.
The clouds will burn and mellow
In
day 6; to the lonely lanternfly i spared on a summer day
It only just occurred to me how cruel we’ve been to your kind. You have not with malice swarmed,
day 5; why does time fly?
Why does time fly?
Why does it not race,
or plummet,
or fall?
Why does it not spin—
spiral down
day 4; overthinking
Life is so simple.
We like to complicate—
we fickle, conniving humans.
We crave the attention,
the pity (though we
day 3; an escape
What better place
is there
than the back of a closet—
huddled behind the old winter coats
that haven'
day 2; the fool and the master
I, like a child in awe of Monet—
though far too young
to understand
why—
knew enough to honor beauty
