#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Egg Moon in Loosestrife

In discipline of writing practice. Despite news. I peak at CNN and see the shocking has been done and move on. It’s too big to quickly digest. Using the day as planned. Early waking, despite tired. Quiet house. Frank gone, Wave gone. Poems. Revision. Progress. Walk at the track. Long conversations & laughter in the cold morning. Snowy track. One lane. Home to poems. Meeting the last ones to go over, some feel easily tweaked. Others need work. A lot of work? Maybe not so much. Tonight I break with tired eyes in early revision of a poem I’ve worked and worked on and don’t yet see clearly what needs to be done. So I will sleep on it under the bright compelling moon.