Well, #VerseLove26, We're At It Again. A Poem a Day for 30 Days. Kicking Off This Year in Syracuse, But I'll Return to My Front Porch. Promise.

Meals on Wheels. Price Chopper. Dog walks. Parental Naps. A Cinnamon Cake (Although he much prefers a pie...the kind of pie served at Cynde's house, I suppose). Prompt one was simply to use "Inside Me There Is," which I used as the title. 

Was thinking about Kris & Dave's Ishy and his love of Basquiat-like artwork which seemed to match the idea of flooding yards in Clay...was also channeling my love of Egger's The Eyes & the Impossible. I'm not done with that book yet, nor the John Donne poem. Jen Dail simply need to find a new outlet for our article, since the original seemed to be one of those pipe dream ideas that fizzled out by the dreamers behind it. Okay, April, where we go.

Inside Me There Is

~brcrandall

a poetic landscape

of winding roads

doodled across

Basquiat swamplands…

I am scribbled like a seagull

above dry lakes & empty seas.

a know man,

an eye, land

ing upon

photographs

charting maps

outside

beyond

boundaries

binaries

aviaries

histories

discovering

this poem. 

With the month, comes the showers in hope of the May flowers. Central New York have offered swamplands the last few weeks.