One-a-day for a year.
365 poems written.
Job done.
Mission accomplished.
So why do I feel compelled
to write a poem this morning?
Done isn’t the same
as finished.
© 2026 Bruno Talerico
1/365
Poet’s Addiction
One-a-day for a year.
365 poems written.
Job done.
Mission accomplished.
So why do I feel compelled
to write a poem this morning?
Done isn’t the same
as finished.
© 2026 Bruno Talerico
1/365
Desert Dweller 
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