I am…

I am a projection of my own reality
this fluid pause and every impulse in between
this unwritten poem and the moment just before

I am much, much more
the tip of the teeth and how they bite
Occam’s razor and over the edge

I am a skyscraper with nothing below
nightmares and Dalí dreams, the flux
change beneath cushions of the couch

I am inexhaustible brevity
the last sip of whiskey on a boat that’s set sail
a wild warrior in fragrant woman skin

I am…

© Grace Black

imageNational Poetry Month: Day 13


Prompt: A collection of 13



30 poems in 30 days. Do you dabble in word play as well? Let’s create 30 in 30.

Love and Ink,


  1. Love the sensuality of the last three stanzas. Each has very visceral, palpable images that engage the senses. My fave: “a wild warrior in fragrant woman skin” – this made my heart skip, it was so good. – Mosk

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