“To be a poet is a condition, not a profession.” –Robert Frost
rhyme or bottle
you into my structure
resigned, I free you to become
shoot your stars, eclipse my moonbeams
your spectrum transcends me
NaPoWriMo Day 9 – I didn’t follow a prompt today. Between yesterday’s poem and today being my Dad’s birthday (he would’ve been 62 today) I’m pretty spent emotionally. I’m afraid this will have to do for today. No worries! I’ll be back at it tomorrow, and I’ll be making my rounds, visiting my fellow blogmates who are also afflicted by this condition.