A Cleave Poem

The morning of   my last day free
before my poem   writing daily adventure
I sit paused   over curves thrown
over new pebbles   finding refuge, unwelcome
in my shoes   now to eject them.

This poem is for the napowrimo prompt #14, you want me to write what? Visit the post to see the details of this prompt.

Okay, I almost didn’t write to this prompt, since the end result seemed beyond what I might do in a day. And interestingly, that’s exactly what drew me back into it. Eventually, trying a simple one seemed my only course of action.

I hope it works for you. Incidentally, “pebbles in my shoes” (left side) is the title of my 2004 collection of poetry.