One of my favorite bloggers, Schmutzie, decided to write 365 poems in as many days in this, the year 2013. She invited - or would that be, challenged - her readers to join her. I had such a good time participating in the OctPoWriMo and I continue to dabble with Writing Poetry Group on Facebook. And so, while I may not be Yeats, I enjoy writing poetry. So I took the challenge.
I've got my bag of Chex Mix, a bottle of bubbly, my favorite pen and a brand new leather bound writing journal (in my mind I have all of this, in actuality, I've got a laptop, a cup of tea and a dream) and I'm heading to the party at Schmutzie's.
You should come too. It'll be fun.
It's already Day 2...I've got some catching up to do. So you get two poems today.
Wish me luck. Let's see if I can do this. Feel free to take bets.
She cuts with her tongue
Out of rage
Out of fear
Out of misunderstanding
Save the cubs
While I explain
Falling upon deaf ears
Just thoughts racing too fast to catch
Too many to contain
This is not the time or the place
This changes everything.
Mystery of Youth
I'm standing ankle deep
In the middle of a river
Suspended between waking and sleep
In the air I feel a magic
Or is it a mystery?
And your presence lives in every empty space
Only faded images of your sweet face
Growing closer to the truth
So much that belonged only to our youth