OctPoWriMo2019 Day 21 — small sail, big keel

Now you see it’s where jaws clench pressure builds walking with purpose down a corridor of doors opening each one and finding brick wall, known fail, or detour unhappy adventure, known outcome isn’t there another hall I can try, or is this it? Tick-tock-tick-tock-tick-tock-tick-tock-tick-tock-tick-tock when you were born in a hallway and it’s all you…

Poetry Day 14 — If I Were Me

Part of the prompts for today’s OctPoWriMo I chose to follow are, “If I Were Me” and a shape poem.   It probably won’t show up as a tree on small screens!   An oak tree takes hundreds, if not thousands, of years to grow from an acorn and into a mature tree. Nobody questions it….