The partial eclipse. A humid day in
August when your eyes sting with sweat as you
Pile more trash on the fire to find
The cutting edge. Do you know how bright and
Opaque in nature and work? Does your skin
Know how to find the answers? Does the
Ash fall down like snow melting into the
Sweat in your eyebrows? Does each drop mark you
In long streaks? Does the lily in the field
Fill your lungs? Burn your eyes? Does the bee know
The angry communist to be happy
When she has subjugated the world? Will
I notice? Does it matter? Do I care?
Doesn’t the bullfrog song lull you to sleep?
Tennyson’s poem states questions aren’t questions,
Calling town the streetwise dupes.
The scrawlings of the bored exploited.
Walsh states its name.
Envisioned the deep,
The poor workers
Having seen glimpses of the grains
Of barley and rye
Of the poor farmers.
One dollar girds the increase cooler below.
And at the door stanza
Behavior communicated beyond specialty and field.
The one stanza leaned power.
29 reverends of Camelot towered large caliber actions.
Though the road runs lowered to the camera,
He, the customers, include the name of the city.
I don’t know if you can tell or not, but I did very little planning before I started writing my novel. Now that I am on Day 6 of my novel I am making slow progress and I don’t feel like I know how to progress the story without going back and adding more to what I have already posted here on WordPress. I am torn. Should I try to flesh out the parts of the story that I have already written and you have already read, (If you have already read them) or should I just keep pushing the story forward so there are fresh parts for you to read every day this month?
Also, should I just write anything to keep up with my daily word goals, or should I just try not confuse myself and anyone that might be reading the novel?