It is hard to reside here

when the world shouts,

more! more! more!

I know that I have plenty,

yet I am compelled to

fill the shelves

with all the pretty things,

that will collect dust

that I must clean.

I’m sick of polishing.

All I want is to want no more,

and live in a town so honestly bare,

no one tells you to be adorned.

National Poetry Month comes to a close. The challenge (30 poems for 30 days) is done.  I wrote 28/30 poems this month. I enjoyed some days more than others. But I feel good that I showed up day after day (minus two).  I enjoyed writing most of the poems at the end of the day when I could reflect and settle in for the night. It was a good practice for me.

Thank you for reading.

Until next time…








5 thoughts on “4.30

  1. “All I want is to want no more …” So profound. I’m here repainting the walls, ordering more stuff, and it’s not lifting my spirits in the way I had hoped. Beautiful poem, Ashley.

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  2. Amazing timing. I was just checking in for the day, and up popped your message. You truly have a gift, Ashley. Thank you. 💕

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