Day 1
This year, the Joker hides his smile behind a mask,
dancing on a tomb,
he points his scepter via Zoom
at those
who failed us! 2,82 million deaths are devastating.
It’s that time of the year: National Poetry Writing Month is on!
For those who don’t know the rules, the task is to write a new poem for each day of the month of April.
It feels like rope pulling, back and forth and back and forth. Boone doesn't allow himself to hope. That can be destructive and discouraging. I'm curious how/if they'll get out of this.
Yep… he was playing with fire, but wasn’t about to complain at being held by the man of his dreams,...I purposefully didn't quote the 'even'.
We do have a reason for the punch now. It's good, because I always felt it was an out of character move.
When Coy broke the surface, he came up gasping and laughing, pushing his shaggy mane back from his face with both arms. The sight was too much for Boone, and he forced himself to look away.
The little devil on my left shoulder asks," Did Coy that on purpose? Maybe unconsciously?"
As others already said, they needed the down time, to heal and to think. For me the most important sentences were:
Boone was feeling better than he had in a long time, and not only body-wise. Will, once always a presence in their lives, had become a distant shadow.
Will was a constant thorn in their relationship. I hope it will be easier for Coy to consider / dare to explore possibilities.
We have a saying: Von hinten durch die Brust ins Auge. Roughly translated it would mean: (Shot) From behind, through the chest into the eye.
Sometimes a subtle approach is more beneficial than a direct. The sheriff is a wise man, some things take times to settle.