It's brand planning season and some days I can't remember if I work from home or live at work, which makes it a real challenge to find the time and space to get any poems onto paper.
My sister and I made it to 100 daily poems with nearly no misses. We are continuing our pledge to keep up the poetry writing, but not quite as disciplined. My poems are shorter these days, and clearly influenced by sheer exhaustion and my love for the sun.
Poem 101
They say, don't look at the sun
You'll go blind
But there are mornings
Where turning my face up, eyes open
To that dangerous, unearthly light
Is the only way I can see
Poem 103
I cannot sleep
but only dream, of rest
and lighter days
Poem 108
I leave my desk to sit in the sun.
No one knows
I am gone.
They email and chat
by flickering screens
waiting for solutions
to impossible problems
while I close my eyes and try
not to think
of anything
at all.
© Amy Wolgemuth Bordoni
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