What would I write if it weren't me writing?
If I were you
What would I do
When darkened winds
Came tumbling through?
I would hope
I would mope
Just long enough
To start to cope.
I would clear
My plate of fear
and let the godess
guide me here
To where I'd stand
Feet in the sand
Heart in command,
And definately no reprimand
Just a sense that being you
Is all I really need to do
To find myself
And make it true.
You're already a landmark to point out with such a striking post x
ReplyDeleteAn interesting twist on the prompt!
ReplyDeleteVery creative, loved it.
ReplyDeleteLoved the twist and "darkened winds came tumbling through"
ReplyDeleteWell done!
Thinking of you today has you have yoursurgery.
ReplyDeleteIt's hard to write poetry that rhymes and doesn't sound bland. But you've achieved it here. And I like the angle.
ReplyDeleteThis is a very hopeful poem! I love it. :-)
ReplyDeleteI love this part:
ReplyDeleteI would clear
My plate of fear
and let the godess
guide me here
I love your work, KJ! It prompted me to write a poem for Friday. Many thoughts coming your way today, my friend. xo
kj… first off…i hope your trip to the doctor sets you straight and gets yuo feeling like a twenty year old again… your words ring true… not only in your poetry but in your post about autumn… living in florida… i am not as lucky as you to enjoy the wonders of autumn… here they are brief and sometimes missing… although our winter nights would probably feel like your autumn days… only we don't get to enjoy the colorful change… and what would we do without all the color in this world…
ReplyDeletethanks everyone.
ReplyDeletemy surgery now behind me, i'm recovering slowly, taking it easy, and moving delicately.
more to come as i progress--getting better with each day.