Maybe I am traveling, like some secret ore,
through the hard veins of a mountain, alone.
And I’m in so deep that I see no door
At Verse Daily, Mary Biddinger and Jay Robinson have “The Czar:”
has a list of regrets. It’s short, and ghost-written.
Sometimes other people enjoy works of literature
and close the cover then drink a fine glass of water.
Poets.org has posted the poem “Amaze” by Adelaide Crapsey:
I know Not these my hands - Read rest of poem
Note: I’m dropping The Writer’s Almanac from these daily posts as they’re recycling poems they’ve published before rather than finding new ones. Whether or not one has already read the poems on it, it’s still a great site to check out daily, though!