stillfugue

Late to the game, I am attempting the Writer’s Digest Poem A Day Challenge for National Poetry Month. I’ll catch up on the prior day on some other day. Today’s was to write a poem which has a title that begins with “Hold That ______”

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Hold That Noise

Morning fills with the whirring
of how I might do well today,

and then cacophony
of justification, of defense,
of false comfort, for when

I get here, I’m lost, for-
saken, worthless, dreaming
of when I might do well.

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