I was just cleaning my room, trying to get a little sense of order around the place and found a beautiful notebook at the foot of my bed. I’m a hoarder of nice stationery, often saving pieces for something special (much the same way as people only use the fancy China for special occasions). When I opened the book I was surprised to find that I had used the book for a poem a day project. I had intended that each day, in lieu of a journal entry, I would write a short free verse poem, just trying to capture the mood of the day.
Of course, the problem with that is, the mundanity gets in the way and it’s far easier to scroll through Instagram and Twitter at the end of the day, rather than reflecting on what the day was like. I only got three poems in and the book was effectively abandoned. These reflective practices are always part of my “resolutions” for the New Year (though I loathe to call them that) and I’m thinking that, just maybe, I might take this one up again.
Anywho, here’s one of the poems:
thoughts from the first year 