I wrote more than 31 poems this month – at least one per day. I hope to write one each day for the rest of the year. Some days I must force them out, other days they flow with my emotions; often several. It seems I do my best work when emotionally unstable and I just spew my voice and my words onto the paper. Technically, they are not quite tidy, but the color splashes feel so good.
My January list follows as either titles or topics.
- The Dark Random Universe
- Scout (my daughter’s dog is named Thor, but I like Scout better)
- A poem about a tractor
- Brainless True Believers (I was/am pissed)
- Old man goes for a swim (not me, but his name is Bill)
- The feel of the pool (me in the water)
- A poem about writing
- Not belonging (how it feels)
- The goodness in badness
- The F Word (I know some of you love it as much as I do)
- A Tough Momma’s Boy
- The Greatest Sin (published on blog)
- Benched (also published)
- Companionship reality
- Free People
- Turkey and Turks
- As it was (published)
- Golf Carts (they are everywhere here)
- Cats (I like dogs, too. But cats intrigue me.)
- Walking (I do it virtually every day)
- Undisclosed (political bitching)
- Born into a smoking world
- Stormy (weather or person?)
- Meaning in Life
- The Contemplative Atheist
- No Dog in the Fight
- The Cancer Closet
- Time and Life
- Climate Collapse
- Today (in a Carpe Diem sense)
Look both ways, back at January (Winter), forward to March (Spring).
Mind the gaps, and happy Imbolc, St. Brigid’s, or ground hog day.
It’s all February to me.