February 27, 2015


I kept telling myself that my "flair", or at least my consistency, in writing poetry has been disappearing in between my daily hecticness juggling motherhood, work and the like. But the workshop with Sarah and Phil Kay(e) I attended last weekend taught me all wrong. Here's a quick little something I wrote before dozing off last night:

I love falling asleep with an aim in mind; a goal, a purpose.
Knowing what I'll do the moment I blink open my eyes,
knowing where I'll go a couple of blinks before I rise.
Maybe we'll meet at the same sandwich bar we met last night in my dreams,
Or maybe we won't.

Tomorrow, I'll call my mother.

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