streak

March 10, 2023

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writing
but maybe not poetry
(and defs not in the morning)
but here i am, a good little enby
making up for lost hours
writing post-writing
into the document
which will then adjust
and edit
and make it into the wordpress
and then be released unto the [virtual] world
all so i can keep up a streak
/
feel accomplished at something
/
feel more at home in my brain
/
express and share and maybe give y’all something to think about
/
probably other reasons as well

so i guess i’ll leave this here/there
[this un-poem poem]
and go

July 6, 2022

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i’ve been writing
for
450 days
writing poetry
every morning
for
450 days
and this is still my
wake-up
this is still my
focus-time
this is still my
resistance

you know?

~~~

itching for adventure
one coming up soon
not soon enough?

~~~

the plan
is planned
for today

stick to it?

i may…

March 11, 2022

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today
is day
333
of my streak
and three is my favorite [base] number
of which i base all my other favorite numbers off
whether they include a three
[as in 13, my ‘official’ favorite number]
or are divisible by it
[as in 9 and 27, which i also especially love
because
their division includes other threes]
i adore any and all ‘threed’ numbers,
and 333 is three threes-
how energizing
how beautiful
how apt…

(…so why can’t i use that energy
to bolster my creativity
or make me feel
like i’m not
miserable
this morning?)

February 16, 2022

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there was no poem today.
i know you’re seeing one now,
but
there was no poem today.

the thing you’re reading
is an artifice,
a false artifact,
post-written and post-dated
(pre-dated?)
to make the tallied streak continue.

and though it is false,
it isn’t exactly un-true,
for some days i write so much
and some days i don’t share all
and some days i steal from the past,
so today i decided to give back to it instead,

and besides,
i made my own rules for this,
and i decided long ago this isn’t breaking them
at all.

February 6, 2022

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three hundred days
not quite one year
three hundred days
far more than three hundred poems
three hundred days
a promise to myself and none other
three hundred days
a streak honestly acquired
(though sometimes through catching up)
three hundred days
i won’t get the alert until after i post this exact poem
but today
i know
i know
because yesterday was 299
i’ve been doing this whole
poem-a-day thing
for three hundred days
and i guess i can be proud of myself for that.

~~~

green around the house
green on the roof
rainbows shifting dancing swirling cranking
throughout the room
echos of classical
(some call ‘evil’)
and the cat scratching
and the fake fireplace flickering
and the humidifier humidifying
and my spouse done cleaning
so our giant table is a table once again
(and no longer just a clutter-catcher)
and though there’s still some more cleaning to do
this house really is starting to feel more like
our
home

~~~

i need a third
here
(what would a three-hundredth day be
without turning into a three-poem-day?)
but my brain isn’t in a hugely poem-izing mood
anymore
and any old poems i might insert
were either re-written there
or up here

so what else to do but
write a poem
about
writing a poem
like all my little meta-hipster-cells
want me to do

[how long is too long
to stare into space
and come back with
nothing]