More Than Ten, More Than Words

A Multiple of Ten

Lace those slippery fingers
round my tired back

Too many vertebra
but I'll keep typing
keep swapping ideas

just so
so we can get out alive

imagine this
a body broken in pieces
of ten

Neglect

Thirty words. I won't let this thing COMPLETELY DIE.

History's beaten the hazard
A Stranger in a dark place
A Hog in a Kitchen
A Little girl in a big city

The blind are more determined to see
"A place a time gone out of mind"



That last line is Plath from her book of poetry "Collosus"

Saturday + Sunday

Twenty words:

I won't leave my bed until the last snowflake dies. My skin is on the brink of extinction. Damn dry.


This is how I feel today. Tired and dry and pajama(ed) at 8:30.

Thursday + Friday

Day 6 - Twenty Words

Indescriminate winds blow hard on my soft face. Steel wool clouds threaten me from an ivory sky. It's only winter.

Day 5

Winter
color palette:
grey,
black,
and
white.
Shades of yuck.

Winter is sort of boring to the eye, beyond a fresh snow fall, it's pretty ugly!

On Track, but for How Long?

Subject: Winter

So today I decided to google image the word winter and write my words based on the first picture that came up: It's a picture from a website for Seasonal Affective Disorder.

snow
won't leave
sun
won't shine
maybe
I'll die
alone

The brevity of these things sort of bother me. Maybe I'll increase the word count by weeks instead of months ...

Catch up

Day Three:
I fell behind (excuses!), so I decided to force catch up. I owe forty words today. However, I did go to a poetry reading last night, which should count for some kind of creative stimulation points!

Contrasts of night and day
No longer exist
We've gotten lost in the months
Nights and Days run into
One another
Winter is a void
Nothing is alive in a void
Everything must die in order to live
Once again