Poetry 365 | Day 261 | Not yet
I went away–
Outside my head
Exploring possibilities;
Dragging ponds,
Germinating outside:
Beginnings that burst
Solid my eyes.
So now,
I climb a mountain–
Looking for your signpost
Wondering, wandering;
Over the clouded moon
Into a sauntering gait;
A brevity unwound,
Spotless in the undone
Sanctioning of
Not yet.
--Stephen Martin, 9/22/19
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In a nutshell, post your poetry below for consideration in my monthly, online, blockchain, poetry journal.
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