Day 01

Draft MQ 01 and PA 01

An Alpha Poem – And Where to Start

what might this pen create,
what tempest of shade and paint,
why do dreams exist in pillows,
why must heroes always die,
who will stitch this quilt into
a dying language of
what and why and who are
dismissive with whatevers.

Once upon a time,
these words, these lost birds,
sang a language of their own.

Once upon these letters,
breath linked my random words.
Once upon these words,
a pause buffered every thought.

Once upon these thoughts
when freedom flowed like ink,
when my eyelids, once upon a time,
fluttered full with sight.


for MQ 01 and PA 01 ©️ Misky 2019

It’s November Poem a Day month. These are 1st drafts

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