Shownotes
worlds without blueprints
Paper Trail Poetry
Letter blocks, green, blue, and red,
Are the only reading materials
For a solitary teddy bear
Lodged between two toy tractors
Collecting dust in the old toy chest
A myriad of memories sit dormant
In this attic abode, awaiting
A nostalgic itch to come searching
I know you remember those days where childlike wonder bloomed
As sun streamed through open windows,
Laughter filled the room,
And imaginations worked over time
To construct worlds without blueprints
Let these relics of your past reveal
A thread you never tugged on
To rekindle that quiet spark of joy
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One Poem Only submissions are open.
I’m filling the next chapter of One Poem Only and would love to include your work. Send me the poem you wrote and want the world to hear. New this round: if you’d like to read your own poem on the podcast, you can. No need for a perfect studio recording—just a clear audio file recorded in a quiet space. If you choose this option, you’ll submit your poem and an audio file of you reading it. Submissions close Thursday, July 30. I’ll respond by August 12. Whether I read your poem or you read it yourself, I’d love to hear what you’re ready to share.
