It’s day number 21. We’re on the downhill slope towards day number 30 of National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo).
This afternoon I attended a performance poetry workshop run by Mike Ladd, and of course that triggered today’s little offering.
As always, it could probably do with hiding in the ‘to be reviewed’ drawer for a few months.
Virtuoso
Between the capital letter of my morning
and the full stop of my evening
occurred my day,
crafted from a library of truths and yesterdays
shaped by tomorrow’s uncertainty
and finally
performed in surprise
like an intimate kiss with a stranger.
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