The clouds have gathered again today
Looking out the window all I see is grey
A misty landscape of texture and shapes
A fantasy world through which creatures traipse
A perfect morning for feel blue
Getting lost in words for lack of anything to do
An attempt to write a poem a day for a whole year... no guarantees on quality - just quantity!
A poem a day to keep brain rot away
Join me as I attempt to create a poem a day... whether awesome, bawdy, corny, dreadful, entertaining, fabulous, gross or hilariously hokey, I will try to string together everything from couplets to limericks - just for the fun of fiddling with words!
May 3rd, 2012
Today is quite a special day. I have actually reached the one year mark. I posted my first poem on May 3rd, 2011. I have had a great time doing this. It has basically become a habit and I don’t really want to stop. So, I am going to continue this thread because I have enjoyed it so much. It’s true that most of the poems were terrible. Some were good (or at least I thought so!) but mostly they were a reflection of something I either saw that day, thought of, felt or heard. In any case, I hope you have enjoyed the ride as much as I have. Here’s to letting the word out – come what may!
Showing posts with label rain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rain. Show all posts
Wednesday, July 9, 2014
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Last days of summer
Water on the window
Droplets on the leaves
Rain spattering on gutters
And running from the eaves
A dreary, drizzly day
Fall is nearly here
Summer is retreating
And the weather is turning drear
Droplets on the leaves
Rain spattering on gutters
And running from the eaves
A dreary, drizzly day
Fall is nearly here
Summer is retreating
And the weather is turning drear
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Rain clouds
Pitter-patter is the sound
Of dreams being flushed under-ground
A cascade of tears to wash a face
Tired of smiling, of keeping pace
A nonchalant way of looking down
To hide the workings of a frown
Can you escape from this grey cell?
Yes, just believe in things ending well.
Of dreams being flushed under-ground
A cascade of tears to wash a face
Tired of smiling, of keeping pace
A nonchalant way of looking down
To hide the workings of a frown
Can you escape from this grey cell?
Yes, just believe in things ending well.
Labels:
anxiety,
depression,
emotions,
fear,
overcoming,
poem,
poetry,
rain
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