May 06, 2022
Never throw out your feelings in the morning.
Stave off the desire to change when feeling blue.
When your thoughts feel like a louse beneath
your skin take a breath. Without any qualm, say:
I am hope and fear made an alloy.
I am the two roads that are unmet.
I am a sandy beach on a summer day.
I am the frame that holds the model.
A trout contracts their fins, drops to the water bed.
A beech tree will thrive if it is not waterlogged.
A horse will neigh whether anxious or confident.
A gavel sounds when the highest bid is reached.
Poem 29: #NaPoWriMo 2022
(Wordle, Quordle & Octordle results from 29th April)