This building up a poem over time has been a different sort of experience for me, and the result may be not so much a smooth and coherent patterned patchwork quilt as a cobbled-together collection or bunch of things thrown in a sack. It's been about 10 days, but maybe 10 months would be more interesting. I don't think any poem project will survive that long with me, though!
The Passage of Days.
Is it over? is the day over yet?
I'm so looking forward to falling like a sack into the armchair.
bring on the day
six no trump and 6-Nations rugby
Throw the English to the ground!
Daydreaming out the window
I notice it's snowing
no wonder it's so cold in here.
I am ready, coffee and croissants on the sideboard
fresh pen and old notebook
the meeting may begin
It will last all day.
dish soap shampoo cereal pasta milk cat litter
laundry vacuum trash out water the plants the mail
14 hours ago