Creative Practice Day 54
General Summary
All my poems are the same.
A soul seeking rest
Exalting in beauty of nature, people
And the first shovel strike
the plot of a lifetime of grief.
It's tough out here folks. .
I don't like rhyming
These are probably boring to read
I feel like the horse led to water
But refuses to drink
How cliché
So the world spins
And I claw onwards.
A desert survivor in a field of flowers
Report Date
19 Dec 2025
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