He asked me what I would say to God if I could have any question answered,
And I said that I would have little to say.
If I had to go on living after the question I would endure the rest of a life substandard.
I’m participating in the month-long poetry writing challenge. Here’s what I have for the first week. #OctPoWriMo | Oct 1st - Oct 4th
I refuse to use the grey mug sitting in the corner of the room. I glance over in its direction and watch it staring at me with its handle pompously held out and elevated to resemble a dramatic stance from a person who has their hand on their hip. At first, I felt as though [...]
It’s an encouraging starting point, a way to help you organize, and an inspiring task crafted to lure the average writer out to do what they love best—write.
And as we all age
the new life shows signs
of thinking like you
when you were that age too.
You are the life blood.
The necessary pieces
that help us put together
who we are
and where we come from.
The mother of mothers,
The head of the family’s state,
You’re the first to tell
The last to judge
And the one who first set our fate.
Taking on the poetry challenge, #OctPoWriMo again. Here's the first poem: Rose Bushes.
My blog wasn’t always updated regularly, and I was getting called out on it. However, I appreciated that my friend was concerned about me taking the time to write.
There were no awards given out at some beautiful ceremony, or trophies sitting high on top of pillars with my name engraved in the gold colored metal—but, I did it. I finished another writing challenge, and now I have pages of poems that I actually like, and some of them I even feel pretty proud [...]
OctPoWriMo Day 28: If The Sun Never Rose Again A dark heavy blanket lies over the land, and the bright white lights that shine through its holes never dim as time goes on. The moon in the sky still pulls up waves over the sand, and those waking now from sleep wait for eternity until [...]