Moon rising, sun setting Taking a breath Letting it go Thinking back Sinking in The day is closing The night slips in The hot breeze cools The sounds descend quietly The memories solidify Or fade Until Sun rises and the moon sets Beginning again
I made it! 30 days of poetry writing. It was a lot of fun. I liked feeling the creativity flowing from my fingers as I wrote. I’m going to keep it up, but maybe not as frequent. When the moment grabs me. Congratulations to my fellow poets that composed for 30 days. It was great to gain inspiration from you all.
For my last one, it is actually an oldie. Back to when I was 6 I believe. It is also what the title of my blog originates from. Enjoy…..
Trying out the NaPoWriMo prompt for today about writing a poem about an experience but doing it backwards. The credit for the second line and picture goes to my Dad. It is about my watch telling me I had a text message. My Dad sent me a photo of a daffodil that decided to pop up when my Mum thought the bulbs were bad.
How bizarre… “I come from the haunts of rhubarb and porridge” and these words danced across the screen She raised her wrist and saw a daffodil Curiosity took over When a ping went off, Sitting at my desk, highly concentrated