poems written = 37
poems written per day = 2.4667
poems remaining = 38
required poems per day = 2.5333
15 November 2011
75PoWriMo - XXXVII
displacement activity
i made a cat's cradle from an elastic band
but too short, stretched too taut it dug into my hands
more than string so my fingers began to turn blue
til it sprang from my hands and fell onto my shoe
i made a cat's cradle from an elastic band
but too short, stretched too taut it dug into my hands
more than string so my fingers began to turn blue
til it sprang from my hands and fell onto my shoe
75PoWriMo - XXXVI
squirrel
in some ways
isn't each of us like a squirrel
we hide things without really knowing why
we are essentially vermin only sightly cuter
we are always grateful when a stranger feeds us crisps
we can be surprisingly vicious
very few of us aren't grey
many thanks for the title suggestion go out to the lovely @likecrazypaving
in some ways
isn't each of us like a squirrel
we hide things without really knowing why
we are essentially vermin only sightly cuter
we are always grateful when a stranger feeds us crisps
we can be surprisingly vicious
very few of us aren't grey
many thanks for the title suggestion go out to the lovely @likecrazypaving
75PoWriMo - XXXV
irrational hatred (part two)
trying to chop things without a big steel knife
awkwardly talking about twitter in real life
the population of the united states
these are a few of my irrational hates
the phrase "really, really" and the misuse of "literally"
the fact that i cant tell a moth from a fritillary
the way my mind dwells on my smallest mistakes
these are a few of my irrational hates
adults who don't know what the singular of dice is
the wilful disobedience of touchscreen devices
everyone's queuing but nobody waits
these are a few of my irrational hates
trying to chop things without a big steel knife
awkwardly talking about twitter in real life
the population of the united states
these are a few of my irrational hates
the phrase "really, really" and the misuse of "literally"
the fact that i cant tell a moth from a fritillary
the way my mind dwells on my smallest mistakes
these are a few of my irrational hates
adults who don't know what the singular of dice is
the wilful disobedience of touchscreen devices
everyone's queuing but nobody waits
these are a few of my irrational hates
75PoWriMo - XXXIV
yes you
stop staring at my notebook
over my shoulder
even if you could read my scrawl
you can't read my mind
i'm not writing about you
well, clearly i am now
but i wasn't before you started
see, now you've looked away
so all you've done is reveal
yourself to be guilty
but don't think i haven't seen
the way you keep glancing back
kudos for your attempts at subtlety
but you're not fooling anyone
let's make this clear
one final time
stop staring at my notebook
over my shoulder
stop staring at my notebook
over my shoulder
even if you could read my scrawl
you can't read my mind
i'm not writing about you
well, clearly i am now
but i wasn't before you started
see, now you've looked away
so all you've done is reveal
yourself to be guilty
but don't think i haven't seen
the way you keep glancing back
kudos for your attempts at subtlety
but you're not fooling anyone
let's make this clear
one final time
stop staring at my notebook
over my shoulder
75PoWriMo - XXXIII
i don't do mornings
fighting back sleeop
although my eyelids beg for slumber
counting down reversing sheep
but soon reach negative numbers
my reason and my instincts torn
but i can't lie here any more
and my thirty-seventh yawn
propels me, stumbling, out the door
fighting back sleeop
although my eyelids beg for slumber
counting down reversing sheep
but soon reach negative numbers
my reason and my instincts torn
but i can't lie here any more
and my thirty-seventh yawn
propels me, stumbling, out the door
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