Today's word is
Another lovely one, and of course it always makes me think of dear Freddie.
Yesterday's word was lovely, too, but I failed to come up with a poem for it before midnight. Still thinking about it, though. Sometimes it just takes more than one day.
Frankly, I'm not all that thrilled with the stuff I have managed to write here this month. It feels flat, forced. I may just be too busy to do this well right now.
Of course, I'm not sure I ever do this well, exactly. Last year, I made mostly ridiculous poems, but there were a couple I really felt. I'm happy when a month of this can generate one. So I shall be patient.
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Wednesday, 7:15 p.m.
even we big girls
are subject to its mercurial will
passion
twists us and pulls us
into the very same knots
as you
in us
it's considered a joke
or a disgrace
so we wear our size
as a mask
we consent to live in society's box
because few things are more
immediately painful
than being ridiculed or scorned
for heart-truths
not even living a lie
and few of us are
as thick and untender
as most of you
prefer to assume
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