NaPoWriMo – 4-18-19

Like a blind dog
searching for water
we use our other,
inadequate senses
as best we can.

Can we sniff out love,
or salvation
in this dark, mortal chamber?

Ok, this needs work, like the “can./ Can”, so close together in lines 5 and 6, but right now I can’t take the time to fiddle with it.  Another one to come back to.

NaPoWriMo #10

Three strands
twisted into one
three lives
woven together
this bond we call family

I’m not satisfied with this for a number of reasons, but I don’t have the time to fiddle with it. Such is the nature of NaPoWriMo! Maybe someday I can improve on it.