word wednesday | poetry poem writing | todd regoulinsky

Have to confess that rather than writing consistently to start the year, it’s been stops and starts. Quick bursts of output and then days of dormancy. Since I don’t want to bore anyone more than they might already be, all that is to say that I happened upon one of the bursts last night and that the following poems is one of the results. Minor edits here and there, but this otherwise hot off the press. Or the notebook, if you prefer.

these
 
these flowers:    they too
will disappear;    wishing for more
& a less-than-dying world

unclinging to its
unself,

unmade by its
unliving,

these flowers:    they too
will disappear;    waiting for their
need, needing for their dream

& dying    for their    life.