Interesting to see how these poems took on new life and meaning as time went on. To answer your question - yes, I think it would be nice to have them all together in the same collection.

Oh strange! I thought I saw your poem for the last day. Wix definitely got a bit glitchier this month - I think they are making some changes to their products soon so perhaps that’s upped the weirdness. It was nice to see your poems when they popped up periodically.

Day 30 - Final Day Something for the final day that is somehow already here - reused/repurposed lines are in bold (I may have cheated on one to change the meaning 🙃) When You Wake Tomorrow Linger not for sleep but daydreams Feel the subtle slide of fabric on fabric on skin Close your eyes, listen. Song birds sing, You’d swear the sun makes a sound As it creeps through the curtains Bringing yesterday’s tomorrow morning; The day after that always arrives. Dreams and dialogs may fade to memory, Not Today. Maybe tomorrow.  Soon nothing but reflections, Ghostlike shadows in the mist.  Yet we are wordless poets no more.

Day 29 With no prompt, I decided to dive into the giant list of forms I have bookmarked - at first I tried just picking a totally random form, but decided it was too tricky for the moment, so I scrolled until something caught my eye - and I landed on Anagrammatic Poetry. Since I had some what jokingly titled today "Promptless Wonder" in my notes, I decided to use those letters (and an anagram generator if I am honest) to get a big list of words. I let a few jump out at me to begin, and then kept searching for words in the list or on my own to make the poem. Promptless Wonder Wordless ponderers weep,  Poems stolen, not lost. No words to doom demons. Endless storms erode rest. Moorless, wordless, powerless, Now old men, old women. Poets no more.

Day 28 - Today's Texture Just a short one this evening... Warmth wrapped around me Still soft, but no longer new Aged by time and love Bonus silly poem: Earlier in the day before the prompt as posted I wrote a silly poem for fun... We’ve been left to our own devices, Oh dear, is this a (poetic) crisis? With no prompt today, No sure what to say, So I guess we’ll get some surprises?

Dear friends soaring past endings. I quite enjoy that line, particularly in the context of some dreamworld.

Thanks Mark

Day 27 - 5-Minute Free Write Untold Secrets Lost in the fog as it wraps its tendrils  Around trees, across fields,  Across you and around me. The space between us disappears,  - but so do you -  Beyond the wall of the water-filled wind. Words lost along the way, Like a letter never written, Never sent. 

Day 26 - Dream Spill Perhaps I’ll teach you to fly too, past the house by the lake At the edge of the town I’m not sure existed. Remember you met me there once… in summer.  The curtains billowed in the warm breeze Across rooms with no furniture At the tiny gray house by the lake.  But maybe you don’t remember, I’ve met so many yous, Sometimes the same face, sometimes the same name, The place is right - but the memory is wrong.  Perhaps I never flew at all, but we walked - side-by-side. Perhaps you stayed behind At the tiny gray house by the lake. Eyes still closed, I feel my fingers reach you A familiar furnace who sleeps just too close No flight, no lake, and no summer breeze, But I know your face, and your name,  And, my love, we are no longer At the tiny gray house by the lake.

Day 25 - Noted in Passing The clouds have caught a sublime sunset, In my periphery it keeps passing by Peeking out between houses  Passing through intersections At stoplights and stop signs, I cannot pause to enjoy it, I pick up my phone and blindly take a photo, Maybe I’ve caught the moment, maybe not. A turn east and the sun sets in my rearview Saying goodbye to the day as the weekend begins.

This is an interesting take on the wrong number or reassigned number conversation. Based on the title and the string of messages with a lack of response I knew something like this was coming, but didn't expect the last two responses!

Day 24 - Grounded Two unrelated little poems, one more seriously written than the other. Edge of the world As my toes sink in the sand Cold water rushes – There once was a person so online, They realized they were feeling, well… not fine, So they got off their a**, And went to touch grass, They enjoyed a day in the sunshine

Fun fact… I can’t see this post on the website, it disappeared from view as soon as I hit publish. Though I can see it on the app. So, I’ll not repost it…. But who knows if it has floated off into the ether.

Where does time go? I swear we were just starting week 2 a moment ago!

Day 23 - One Sentence Poem When I first read the prompt I thought, "oh a short poem", then I thought, "oh, a run on sentence", then I thought I should probably look up one-sentence poems which resulted in me finding some interesting examples and a lot more information on the idea behind them. https://teachersandwritersmagazine.org/the-one-sentence-poem-capturing-the-motion-of-the-mind/ https://www.poetryfoundation.org/blog/uncategorized/52142/no-pause-for-breath From there I ended up writing a couple one sentence poems, one that is longer than what I am sharing but I didn't quite like, one that was shorter and I felt like I could try to challenge myself more with the form, and one that I am pretty sure isn't a sentence... so, here is the one I decided to share. I do feel like there may be something interesting to explore in this form though in the future. Even just as an exercise to get creative juices flowing. -- For those thinkers and makers who departed too soon,  I often wonder what might have been  if they had longer… would the genius burn so bright,  or have been tempered through the years; or perhaps,  would it have only grown  producing that which we can only imagine; If they had instead been touched not  by the fire of affinity but the grace of time.

Thanks! Even though it wasn't intentionally a haibun, the haiku was just a bonus little poem that came to me when I went back to work on another one I had started. Interesting interpretation when you read them together though.

Day 22 - Doorway Moment Conceptually this prompt is a lot of fun - I actually have a few lines from other poems I started that maybe I'll turn into something more later. Side note: I wasn't 100% sure where I was going with this when I started this one other than I had the first line and it was flowing better than the others I'd written today (so it was actually longer than 2-3 lines and felt like it had an ending). If I press send, I have lost another friend We’ve reached the end. Did we have a good run? Sure, we had some fun, but it’s done. Is it courage I lack, is that why I slack On these words I can’t take back? No I have to grow, it’s time you know. I loved you, but I can’t do this anymore. ----- Bonus tiny poem because I was trying to finish something else and instead wrote this... Knowing it will close I linger in this doorway Loath to let go yet

Hehe, I liked the hint in "pre'fur'es" 😉

Day 21 - Text Conversation I thought about writing something serious, but decided I just wanted to write something that was a bit of fun instead. Ring, Ring Hey, do you have a moment to chat? I do, I just got back to my flat. Oh, great, can I just come round? This news will likely astound. Should I be sitting down? No, it’s good news, you won’t frown. omg, can you please just tell me? I’m getting anxious ‘bout what it could be. Are you sure I can’t come by? Not if you won’t tell me why. Fine, I’ll give you a small hint! Oooh, I just found a peppermint! Are you even paying attention? Your excitement is beyond comprehension. Sorry, so what were you saying? The hint is something my finger’s displaying… Wait, are you saying what I think you are saying? Ok, there’s no sense in anymore delaying! That’s right, I’m getting married! WHAT? SO EXCITED, I’M DEAD, I’M BURIED! So, meet me at the bar at 8? Yes! Can’t wait to celebrate!

Day 20 - Pocket Poem A day late and the poem... short 😉 But catching up on yesterday with a tiny poem inspired by my currently vacant pockets. Feeling through the dark Nothing but a desperate hope Something will be found.