an abundance of endings
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i am bent but never broken
hollow but never empty
spent but never lacking
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my song is a march
and my step is a rhyme
my heart is a lark
and my hands are sublime
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pain curls inside my pocket
a worry stone of wait
busy fingers
burnished hope
polished imperfection
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i am magic without chant
gypsy without wandering
woman without definition
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i am bent but never broken
hollow but never empty
spent but never lacking
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A poem a day for 30 days, in honor of National Poetry Month. Day 21
I’m participating in NaPoWriMo, and Writer’s Digest Poem a Day Challenge.
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April 21st, 2015 at 12:32 pm
This was powerful and confident. Loved it.
April 21st, 2015 at 1:00 pm
Love the incantatory feel which your on-off rhyme gives, and the short phrasing–that penultimate stanza is my favorite–gypsy without wandering, woman without definition–as free as it gets.
April 30th, 2015 at 12:23 am
yes, you are ~