Thursday, April 11, 2013

Rewind

NaPoWriMo belated Day 1: Same first line as another poem.
(Edna St. Vincent Millay, 'Departure')

It's little I care what path I take,
as long as it promises new.
I've been wandering now
for eternity & a week,
glistening - melting - the morning dew.
The signs had ceased ages ago -
Or did I stop answering? -
caught up in keeping off the madness,
though it's best for me, I know.
Just how long have I been circling?
They ask me what I'm doing
and I tell them my master plan.
But really it's a mystery,
I'm only doing what I can.
So I'll press the reset button,
get it started once again.
And when I get that fancy paper
then I'll know it's not the end.

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