Every weekday in 2022 I’ll post six lines of unique poetry on Twitter, and then archive it here for posterity with some additional observations. Here is Poem #44:
Bad dreams made for a difficult start to the day, and honestly it got worse after that. However, much has been salvaged, and work got done. The past remains often discomforting and depressing, but that’s just how life works sometimes. The future is what needs to be aimed for without exception. We’re getting there.
The Internet of Words 