Never feels quite right
Too long bundled and uptight,
like a Nubian entombed or plainest Mennonite.
Tension risen, watch the bite
Mind churning, so burst it might.
Eternal tunnel absent a whisper of light
Sun conceded to perpetual night.
Well-plumbed valleys, nary a heavenly height
Nearly convinced no mercy in sight
Then, I write.
— ava wood
There she goes again. And why not, it’s National Poetry Month!
valaida 
Love this one! Kathy
Thanks Kathy! Challenged myself to write a poem quickly while my sister ran a grocery store errand and I waited in the car.
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Poem, Day 3
Nearly ran out of time today, so I’m re-blogging this poem titled “Passage” from 2014. Enjoy!