You ever tried to write a book?
Once I did and boy am I shook!
My pen in one hand
Not sure what I planned
At that blank page sometimes I still look
Now I thought myself a creator
But more practice I must do later
For ideas I lack
Like a duck with no quack
It turns out my skills could be greater!
Patchwork Poetry
Patchwork Poetry: I Want To Be Like Her
The greenery forms a frame
For this landscape Mother Nature painted
Nothing is close, but I still want to touch this canvas
Peaks of mountains resting in the fog
Like islands in the ocean
The breeze that brushes my face
Pushes and pulls the distant fog
Akin to tides and currents
The conversation of hidden birds echoes
These critics raving about the scene
I only hope She can hear them
Oh how they admire Her great work
There may be a horizon limiting the depth
There may be a treeline limiting the outline
But I know this painting does not end with what I see
I want to be an artist like Her
Without scope, without shame
With ambition, with humility
Writing Prompt: Bypass/Fishhook/Region
via @Writing Prompts: bypass / fishhook / region
Bypass
There once was a man named Douglass
He drove with only his compass
This proved to be swell
No wrong he befell
Until he drove off the bypass
Fishhook
I put new bait on the fishhook
Whatever I catch I will cook
I pull back to cast
But my throw stops fast
As I see I caught my friend Brooke
Region
This is the tale of poor Steven
He fails when it comes to reason
He met his “true love”
And they used no “glove”
Now gross is his private region
So this writing prompt I found I decided to write limericks. I definitely took less time to write these, and it turned out to be considerably enjoyable as well! I only hope others share my opinion. I am definitely going to write more of these in the future even if people don’t though because at the very least, I made myself laugh!
Daily Prompt: Silhouette
Unknown when I return, I take my leave
Treasuring our time together always
I trek through your yard on this chilly eve
Wishing that my route would become a maze
So that alas but one option remains
And back into your embrace I return
To stay in thy abode, free of my pains
Cause my greatest is you, for whom I yearn
Instead farewell must I bid you for now
But one last look upon you I shall take
Turning, through your window I look for thou
But I see thy silhouette so opaque
In this moment I learn my tragedy:
Ev’ry farewell will bring me agony.
I decided to try my hand at sonnets for this writing prompt. I have never written one before, and initially I intended it to be like a Shakespearean sonnet, which turned out to be more difficult than I thought. I realized I have a certain struggle when it comes to recognizing stressed and unstressed syllables, so maintaining the iambic pentameter became secondary to just finishing it. Any feedback is appreciated!
Patchwork Poetry: Maybe I Can Be a Poet?
Over the past couple months, especially during the holidays, I had been wanting to try my hand at poetry. I thoroughly enjoy reading it, and so if I can write it then maybe I can write something others will enjoy. I have simply never tried to write any. I am also not sure what kind of poetry I want to write. I always loved rhymes and things like limericks and sonnets, but I also enjoy haikus and just free-form poetry, or whatever it’s called. So I’ll try to think of some good ones to post in the future. I’ll title them all “Patchwork Poetry” because they are all gonna be a mashup of my random thoughts and experiences and I don’t know what I will create until it’s already made. Who knows, maybe I’ll become a famous poet one day! Only one way to find out…
Inpundated From The Rivers 