Fitting together, bit by tiny bit,
this is getting me through.
The notches that link, the bumps that won’t,
the picture that’s slow to reveal.
The colours that work, the shapes that don’t,
the purpose it helps me feel.
Finding meaning in a baffling world
can help an anxious mind to subside.
Yet the notable gaps are there to remind
the work that keeps me alive.
Poem 1 on Day 1 of NaPoWriMo2020 / GloPoWriMo2020
what writer doesn’t crave time alone,
to write, float, feel free to create
in a world of imagined forms
yet ‘on your own’ brings up all kinds of stuff:
the thought, the feel, the sense of nothing,
the loneliness of being alone
I thought I’d welcome the time on page
that can stretch so far and deep –
yet now it’s self-pressure to perform
in my restricted bowl, with views of nought,
I have to reframe the reminder ticks
as a chance to live, to write, and transform
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