Hi everyone.

This November I will be presenting to you a month of daily poems as memoir, little ditties to tell you about my day or my thoughts during the day, whatever.  Of course I hope you enjoy them, but it’s ok if you don’t.  Just move on to the next blog in your list.

Day nine is: “For today’s prompt, write a direction poem. Up, down. North, south, east, west. This way, that way. There are so many directions available, including the type of directions that are more like instructions. No matter what direction you take today, I hope it’s poetic.”

No end in sight

going nowhere fast
as the world
hurtles on
in directionless
circles