Poem: Blue

I recently started going to a writer’s group that meets every Wednesday since September. The class will soon end, but it’s been a lot of fun. One of tonight’s prompts gave us the word “blue.” The word “blue” made me think of the ocean which made me think of seashells, which in turn made me think of the beach.

I’d love to be on a beach right now with the warm sand under my feet, the ocean waves, a musical relaxation…this is the poem I came up with:

 

I’d like to write about an ocean day
where you can stick your toes in the sand
the waves make music, the birds will cry
where you shed away the day’s demands

Each ocean wave is a symphony
of blues and greens
an orchestra of ups and downs
the sand between toes
an artist’s dream
a blanket of softness, surrounds

Observe the birds, the bright blue sky
the curve where the land meets the water
watch the day’s demons go floating by
You forgot your swim suit? Ohh, it doesn’t matter!”

Your beach is private, your view is too
and your thoughts can go on forever and ever
There’s no limit to what you can do
you can tackle any endeavor!

To own my own beach, is a glorious thought
to find myself there, is better
one is a dream, possibly bought
Reality is quite a bit wetter

 

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Poem: Working Depressed

Drove to work in the rain
Trying to ignore the pain
Of work without sleep
Of sleep without rest
Of not feeling enough
Less than your best

The mood of the day
Is gloomy with rain
Cloudy with thoughts
Temporarily insane
Such is the life
Of the working depressed
Feeling inept
More than the rest

Poem: Lazy Saturday

Should I write, or take a nap? My body doesn’t really give a crap.
My head says no, my heart says yes
Maybe I should just get dressed
Just lying here in bed
The fan swirling around my head
My heart chiming its steady beat
Its really all up to my feet
Should I stay or should I go
The rest of you say no

Feet say yes, and wiggles toes
Let’s just see how the rest of this goes

This is just silliness this Saturday. But my, it does feel good to relax today! Just finished watching Guernsey and the Literary Potato Peel Society on Netflix. I feel so inspired to write now. What a great feeling!

Blackout Poetry: Unexpected

Wrote some blackout poetry at the library today. They had a little station of copied pages from books, and only a red marker – I guess someone took the black? Anyway, I had fun.

It reads:

Then stillness

the one I’d wanted

were standing outside the door

breathe the landscape

that enclosed us

the tender edges

our centeredness

her dress

her name

blended

with the room

Poem Rerun: “Togetherness” And Writing Updates

So…this past month has been a bit of a rough patch for me, writing-wise. Work has kept me busy and I think that’s part of it.

Anywho, I saw this poem in my Facebook feed from about 3 years ago.  It’s those quiet mornings that mean the most to me sometimes. The togetherness, the comfort of arms holding you close, feeling loved. It keeps me in once piece…

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Togetherness

Each warm smile

was magic

we live wild

with blazing mornings

and times with you

that breathe and steam

an eternity young and never old

Poem: Guilt

enter a book store

isn’t this just a sanctuary

of written thoughts

and quiet nooks

with no judgement

or weird looks

 

fingers trail over paperbacks

science-fiction you’ve never read

till you find a treasure

convince yourself

you need it desperately

it’s all in your head

 

you’re going to read it

as soon as you get home

you’ll cherish it forever

 

but  on the floor

in a plastic bag

it sits alone

 

 

Poem: Rules

These are just scribbles, really. A thank you goes to everyone who read and support this blog. Just noticed I reached 401 followers this weekend. 🙂 Might not seem like a lot, but it is to me. So again, thank you!

Rules

Shadows creep, winter chills
open closets are unkind
To the wandering mind
Of children just beginning