A cloudy day, a comfy hoody, business books, and image back-ups. Coffee and pumpkin bars with cream cheese frosting. Comfortably achy muscles from yesterday’s workout, conversations with friends, and that little nagging thought in the back of your brain, “mmm, you’d better not put off that poetry too long”.
Such is my day. And it’s a good one, except for the poetry part.
Syllables. I’m not sure if I should admit how hard a time I have with these. I know, I was homeschooled. Wait, thought is only one syllable???
Why did I agree to this? Where is writing poetry going to get me? Maybe I’ll do the response instead. Yeah, that’s a brilliant idea.
I guess if I could write poetry like that I would.
Other thoughts fly through my head: “bring Sarah a business card. Remind the parents sign up starts today. Shoot pictures for tomorrow’s LDPS. Finish the wedding contract. Oh and write something for Red Ink.”
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Black marks on a page
Brings fascinating emotion
And takes me somewhere
Obscure story of
Pain trial triumph hope love
Runs through cluttered thoughts
An adventure of
Living life finding knowledge
Slowly taking shape
Sentences forming
Writing words and syllables
Worlds come into view
People places ideas
My book filling fast with dreams
Final page happy thoughts
Flipping pages cover closed
Peaceful content not for long
More thoughts more marks come.
