My Creative Process class includes an assignment to create something during each of the next 12 days (35 in all). Many years have past since I wrote poems on a regular basis--I was in my 20's when I did so (I'm now 70). My project will be to write a short poem each day and post it on this blog. I hope you will find them interesting.
Kick Against the Goads
In youth childhood joy can be lost
For as youth we kick against the goads
And sense a treacherous helping hand
Viewing it as lethal to independence;
Then our once suckling lips protrude in pouts--
Forming an internal puzzle of the Milky Way...
As to why this impasse lasts and lasts.
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