I recorded a reading of this poem because, god help me, people keep telling me how much they enjoy my voice during conference calls. Please post your reactions in comments. Your feedback may help me start, or save me from, a new habit. Find the audio recording of the poetry reading in the player below:
The past year gave new routines, the many days of the same, running together like raindrops on a gloomy window pane.
Time hurried by I kept standing still, no use in making plans so keeping busy, kept days filled.
The monumental markers for this year have been erased, no sign posts to guide their passing, no moment to mark their place.
It is a year lost in time, time we know is running out, but it is a year we will remember of that, I have no doubt.
Here is my poem (a Shakespearian Sonnet) for last week’s prompt, Feeling Safe:
The Shape of Safety
A shape must have at least four sides enclosed to house something safely from the weather. But desperation could use, I suppose, a single side with the proper tether. Though breeze let in from each and every side, makes me pray that from above comes the worst. When choosing between walls or roof to hide, does shyness or weather decide the first? Beset by wind, you would, of course, crave walls, neighbors could also make you feel the same. You would be amazed in your starlit halls, that is, of course, until their came a rain. I’ve dwelled a lot of places in my time, so safe, I think not of weather or crime.