November 6

The reopening

The smile of a familiar inner world. 

The golden glow of individuality. 

The silvery brilliance of the night. 

An old house reinvented, renamed.

Such places can acquire the aura of

A warmly remembered

seductively hued

space

soothing

heaven. 

And the quietest place she may be right. 

November 5

HEW

The sky

painted with hearts. 

The world

emerged from the nest

of wide open spaces. 

Her life,

a big cue. 

Magic elements

at work. 

Breathing through a fire. 

November 4

Explore contemporary pleasures

Authentic connections. 

Singular beaches. 

Arrive at a true sense of place. 

Plant your feet firmly in nature. 

This is the essence. 

november 3

The mind is never silent,

as if a shadow lay.

I want to lie down.

There's supposed to be a pill

to tell the unknowable.

november 1

Lots of people I know do NaNoWriMo. And I've tried. But the word count defeats me. A good day's writing for me is likely to be something more like 100 words.

But I've been poking at found poems lately, so I'm thinking of maybe trying to "find" a poem every day in November. I'm not always great at keeping up with ongoing projects, but we'll see...

So, day one I did two poems actually. This is the more inspiring one.

Well Versed

Here's to embracing the -just around the corner.

Time to find some new.

Break out of the stagnant.

Rebel against resistance.

Make things grand

with the emphasis on

the flow

fresh thinking

opportunity

opening.

All are empowering for this fight.

november 2

Day two. Ad copy is awesome for these little poems:

Dreams. Realities.

Still.

Silent.

Weary.

The long day has come to an end.

The vast depth and breadth remain

and never sleeps.

Never sleeps.