The Cascade Mountains in the distance,
It bears down on my shoulders,
my head dreams of the clouded peaks,
My body is frozen in dirt.
The horizon to which I strive,
the heavy weight holds me back.
I was at writer's group last night, and someone read a poem, and I mentioned maybe I'd give it a try.
They all seemed surprised.
But I wrote lots of love poetry when I met Linda, and had been dabbling in it before. Not that I know what I'm doing.
But as I said, I love word play and what is poetry but word play?
Anyway, I took their surprise as a challenge. I'm going to try to write a poem a day, ain't saying they will be any good. I'll probably transfer them over to my writing blog after a week or so, but I'll start here.
I'd already written the beginnings of the last two poems by the time all the writers had left the Bookmark. So there.
2 days ago