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Starting a Voyage --- NaPoWriMo 2019

- Sharing a poem a day -National Poetry Month


April 1:

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Be in your self.
Skin in and around the hidden
  and deep,
sharing and exposed,
in a place
only time remembers.


Jessica M. Wilson



April 2:


Grab somebody  &
show them
your laughter.



April 3:

Grab a bag
and put 20 poets in it.
That's us in a rush --
20 under 60;
no time for mic check.

Jessica M. Wilson
(reading on a budget)  #timeclockawareness


April 4:


Twisted

This is me:
lonely, thinking if what I am giving you is enough --
to hold my eyes
shake my hand
understand me.
To laugh
and play along;
pick a part out of this script,
until you are able to show me enough
of you is what I need,
to stop needing
an approval
of where I
belong.

Jessica M. Wilson
4/4/19  5:09pm

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