Today's GloPoWriMo prompt is to produce a "spine poem", that is to say, make a poem utilizing the titles in book spines. Happily, there's a great stack of books in our home away from home (though not a lot of poetry), so here's mine:
Sun, stone, shadows—
which of you coaxes this frenzy from me,
this fever at dawn
I am the mistress of nothing,
no relation to what you think of me—
aflounder in this small boat of sorrows.
Blindsided by hindsight
—blindsight?—
I've always learned the hard way,
so much to reach, to grasp for
in this strange and little life.
I didn't do poems for Poetry Month yesterday because I was working on something else. Who knows, though; they may appear later.
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