365 Days of Poetry: Day Three-Hundred and Fifty-Six

Less than ten days from completing this project, and I think I’ve settled on this blog’s purpose during 2014. We’ll be doing world-building, a day at a time. I’ll go over what I already have and then start making things up from there.

The end of this year of poems will be attempts to write some set in this world, yesterday’s was a start to that. And as all worlds need a living,  breathing culture behind them, the poems won’t stop in the upcoming year. I’ll probably write another 365, though may not post all of them.

Now, for Day Three-Hundred and Fifty-Six.

shut away for.
many days.
there is no light.
and sound without.
connections causes.
the first stages of madness.

body stagnant, unable to move.
must remember the catch.
an easy way out.
flexing of fingers and legs.
try to hold on to the semblance of self.
the connection of body to mind.
it is tenuous.

as are all plans of desperation.
story must be told, there are.
so many who depend on this.
so many to die before the tide.
brings this chosen prison.
to shore between the towers.
must remember the catch.
must remember the catch.

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About June Faramore

Writer of fantasy, mainstream, and young adult fiction. Poet and sketcher. Mother. I read a lot and love cheese. Guitar playing singer-songwriter. I also enjoy stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk. View all posts by June Faramore

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