The Wabi-Sabi Writer

Today marks the beginning of the National Poetry Writing Month and as part of this I will be writing a poem a day for the next 30 days.  

This is my perennial path

 Here will be my words - unedited, sometimes rushed, often forced and just maybe, if the muse is kind, beautiful....

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 Fish from the Sky

form melting

shapeless

no boundaries

left

to survey

Foundations

once sturdy

slide 

further and further

down

beneath

cracked

calloused feet

well-trodden

a path

swirls and snares

my round-heeled ways

in ink stained

 silly putty

spackle 

How I have fallen

an archangel

once 

young

now

no

longer

How I ache with greed

for what once was

Stil, I grow

my personal purgatory

Still, I create 

my own private Idaho

oh and how

still, I slide

into my stilletos

fuckhead

Prompt: use grow, greed, for, path, create, young and fuckhead in a poem