This week, I am sharing a pair of untitled poems that I largely composed while walking around the neighborhood last month (aka as scurrying off to the train or strolling impossibly slow along Beacon Street admiring the deepening colors of fall).
Sometimes poetry pops into my head and heart because it’s something I need to say. These two poems feel more like questions that bubbled up from underneath the tectonic plates of my self, both challenges to my status quo and invitations to gaze into something beneath the surface. It feels as if I am willing to look, these little verses might agree to aid me in the transformation I seek this season. If they evoke questions for you, too, I’d love to hear.
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