Day 31

last poem

like the last bitter taste

deep within my throat

building into

a bulb

Day 30

poems of fishing boats

that never came back

are not sad

at the harbour

they spoke

of a better place

Day 29

some songs

are best left unsung

not so much for words

get them poems out

Day 28

life so fragile

like gossamer thread

pulled

snapped

Day 27

another moon

another sigh

like smoke over

chimney tops

Day 26

my cat chases shadows

he looks at the walls

through me

i wonder

if they can see me too

Day 25

frae auld lang syne

my jo

happy birthday, burns