I laugh at my follie,
the fool in me takes hold,
I can't help, but sort excitement,
holding for snickers to unfold.
Picking my own destiny,
such a trial, such a chore,
any other way, my bain,
to complain and rue.
Not quiet there, not quiet here,
Pushing on, pressing down,
the confusion and despair,
trying so, so hard, I frown.
Knowing is less the battle,
doing is easy, in a mode of fury,
hunker down, bunker in,
sunken low, down below.
Coughing decisions,
only myself to finger, blink,
this is mine and yet nothing owned,
I've gotta sink, sink, sink.
April Project Explanation: I have neglected my blog
for the last 4 1/2 months, mostly due to my pursuit of good ski powder
days and a business opportunity, both of which I didn't manage to catch
enough of the tail to pull. Now, it is time to recenter myself and catch
up with my favorite thing to do, write poetry. I aim to write one piece
per day for the month of April.
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