Onward I traverse.
With thirty days
of soul-pouring and filling
behind me.
Onward I must traverse.
as I look back
at word-filled and picture-primed
adventures.
Onward I will traverse.
I wonder what poem I will tailor
using tattered reflections
and shorn words.
Onward I begin my adventure
armed with hopes and ideas
and words at the ready
for now though, it's just me & my soliloquy.
With thirty days
of soul-pouring and filling
behind me.
Onward I must traverse.
as I look back
at word-filled and picture-primed
adventures.
Onward I will traverse.
I wonder what poem I will tailor
using tattered reflections
and shorn words.
Onward I begin my adventure
armed with hopes and ideas
and words at the ready
for now though, it's just me & my soliloquy.
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| Solo hike to celebrate 31 days of writing and spring. |
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