A place of waffle
And lines strung together
In an attempt
To make art
A sand box
For rhyming words
And fusing words
And playing with iambic pentameter
In a sea of many voices
This is but another drowned mariner
Attempting to sound clever
Amidst his final gurgling gurgles
Happy New Year, Happy Middle of the Year, Happy End of the Year: dependent on when you read this, if you ever do.
For me, 2017 was a creative year.
During Lent I wrote a haiku every day for 40 days. During the spring and summer, I wrote 100 sonnets in 100 days. Now, I’m bunging 25 of those 100 sonnets into a zine and writing 100 new sonnets/poems in 100 days for 2018.