(For National Poetry Month I am writing a stream-of-conscious poem per day. Each poem is a spontaneous poem single edit – could get messy! Here is Poem #1.)
I am alone
again
as always
hidden wounds
bleeding words
horribly unrhymed
jumbled heaps and lines
spilling ancient laundry
beneath the broken chair
for the yellow dog to wear
Ah yes right there…
weary I stumble
and ascend
again
as always
knowing full
this is unread
even still I hope
crawling to my bed
to dream you still care
crumpled white satin sheets
stained with the memory of you
unwashed
What is that scent…
merlinspielen 
I like the idea of publishing a single edit poem daily for a month. Are you allowed to edit them later?
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Absolutely. Some of my earlier April poems have been revisited multiple times now. And some have become something entirely new.
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I wrote you a remedy for this today. Love when that happens.
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I did read your poem earlier and I think what you wrote inspired the muse in my head. I was wondering where my poem came from! Thank you for the inspiration. 🙂
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Thank you for the conversation in poetry.
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