My daily practice from last year to “write the day” in a ronka poem is over.
It worked. I did write every day. I did capture 365 pieces of the year.
As I read them over in this new year, I realized that they don’t capture the year, and in most cases, they don’t capture the day. At best, they contain a moment from the day. Maybe that moment was the best part of that day. Maybe it was the worst part. Some poems are just observations, haiku-like and without judgment.
I’m still writing poems. None have been ronkas. I have needed more workspace than the little box of 35 words provides. But I have felt a pull back to the form, so there will still be more ronkas and I will post them here. No schedule. No pressure.
Writing the Day 