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#PINP17 Day 28
So, here it is. My last poem for Post-It Note Poetry for this year. Passenger I am but a passenger On the back of this world. I’ve really enjoyed writing a poem a day. It gave me permission to write poetry in the first place, something I’ve been scared to do because poetry is…
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#PINP17 Day 25, 26, and 27
I have some catching up to do on my post-it note poetry! Have the last three day’s worth of poems. Day 25 She can’t move She can’t breathe Her tiny life One of billions Smothered Without a sound.
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#PINP17 Day 24
Some refrigerator magnet poetry that would fit on a post-it note. swim[s] with me beneath the stars and then when the sea sings a song find[s] the treasure at night
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#PINP17 Day 22 and 23
Home (Day 22) Someday, my son will leave me. He will go out into the world. But, for now, he sits at my hearth and calls it home. Beach (Day 23) I suck sea salt between my teeth and watch the sun light on your pale calves on your white-boned shoulders.
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#PINP17 Day 21
Regret Could have Would have Should have. Now live Not knowing Just how much You’ll come to Regret this.
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#PINP17 Day 19 and 20
This was originally written as tongue-in-cheek, but I realized that the poem was much more ambiguous than I thought. And I liked that. I liked how it easily had multiple meanings. So without further adieu: Teaching (Day 19) I don’t know how many times I’ve said the same thing today but I just did it…
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#PINP17 Days 16 and 17
Fire and Honey (Day 16) Your lips On my body Are like Fire and honey. Orange (Day 17) A color like no other round in my palm the skin peels off and inside the soft flesh. Like eating sunshine succulent and sweet the juice drips down my chin But I am not sated.
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#PINP17 Day 14
This poem was inspired by one of my favorite figure skaters, Shoma Uno. He’s competing in the Four Continents Championships this weekend, and I wish him the best of luck. If you’re curious, you can watch a video of Shoma at Skate America here. Shoma the roar of the wind muscle, ice, and blade a…
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#PINP17 Day 13
I missed posting my poem yesterday. So I’ll just catch up today by posting two poems. Here’s the first: Bedlam (Day 13) The Bedlam that is my LIFE
J. S. Kuiken 