Day Twenty Eight Poetry:
Sorry, I wasn't able to get to my computer yesterday to post my poem, so here it is:
Smile
That smile, so secretive
just before the curtain opens
the performance has begun
as you dance across the stage
with the colorful silk in hand
flourishing, tossing, catching
letting the audience in
to the meaning of your smile
Day Twenty Nine Poetry:
Listen
Open your ears
and listen carefully
what can you hear?
the static
from an empty CD
or the bristling
of the wind
over the blasting
of the television
do you listen?
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