in defense of detritus
i have one of those
messy minds
the kind that leaves
a desk
forever in disarray
or forgets to buy milk
but remembers to look
for signs of life
in a garden
in early spring
and almost always
your birthday
and most definitely
that time you stole a hat
and we laughed until we cried
when you thought
you’d been caught
but probably never that
you hate dark chocolate
i’ve read so many books
all the titles are gone
and i gravitate towards
the asymmetrical
because the patterns that fall
from my criss-crossed brain
consistently refuse
defining parallel
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A poem a day for 30 days, in honor of National Poetry Month: Day 11
I’m participating in NaPoWriMo, and the Writer’s Digest Poem a Day Challenge
Today’s theme is PAD’s write a defense poem.
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April 11th, 2016 at 9:32 am
Your words always speak to me but this just paints a very specific picture of my heart and soul. Thank you!
April 11th, 2016 at 2:13 pm
It’s only detritus when there’s no context. Put a frame around it, and it’s a gorgeous intriguing soul. Thanks, Mosk