Walking where the midnight sun
meets the light of breaking day
There in the sand are pieces of night
scattered all across a withered garden
the husks stirring in a Sirocco breeze
as though for a moment life might return to them
Then stillness rules once more
and dust settles over all
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I’ve not been very good at keeping up with the blog lately, but it’s (I hope) been for a good reason.
I’m telling you all this now so that someone holds me accountable: come summer, I’ll have the next draft of my book done. Maybe before then, but I’m cutting myself a bit of slack (;
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Image by John Fowler
The Light is On 
4 responses to “Sirocco”
I really like this Mitch. Lovely.
“There in the sand are pieces of night
scattered all across a withered garden”
If you are working on a second draft if you get a poem out every seven days I would say you are pretty disciplined. Once you are on a role it is very hard to stop when working on a book when that flow comes you just have to ride that wave. I think all the creatives understand totally. Good luck with the second draft. ❤️🤗
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Thank you Joni! I appreciate the encouragement, and yes the poetry has definitely had to take a back seat, but it’s a great feeling to see progress being made on the story. Here’s hoping it’s actually any good! (;
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Beautiful lines💜
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Thank you very much (:
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