So my self-set challenge to write ‘something’ daily seems to have naturally ceased with lockdown. ‘Old’ me would have seen that as a fail, but I choose to see it as a pause; like the dormancy of a winter preparing to spring.
Tag: 366/2020
Tent
Ten almost Eleven, you asked to be a Scout Den to Tent, growing explorer wanted out When you went, you grew braver without Me. You need me, differently. “Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt ‘Tent’
Waves
You were the boy That waves at trains. Saddened by every farewell. “Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt ‘Waves’
Spot
Blurred blemish marks Miracle of conception Birth. Imperfection. “Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt ‘Spot’
Mist
Maybe I missed you as both so lost in the midst of our own mist. “Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt ‘Mist’
Death
‘Death is not the end’ Dylan chanted, nor is it by chocolate. “Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt ‘Death’
Cover
Cover your dead so they can’t see See the agony leaving brings. Bring the shift that time will free Free their grief so they can sing Sing the tale of parting times Time will soften into another Another change as grief lets go Let go of the living beneath your cover. “Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt …
“Expression 
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