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Picked up a book of daily poetry prompts for myself back in January. Finally used it. Good to flex the writing muscles.
Here is the poem, for those who can't read what a friend once called my "crazy grandmother" handwriting.
1 - New Year's Resolution
Write daily. Lock down the slamming
heart, anxious breath. Calm
the frenzied mind and
focus. Ignore twinges of muscle ache,
nudges from tasks undone. The gaze
that wonders to mounds of dry
grass, yellowed by harsh days. Weathered
roofs, scarcely able to contain
another storm, wind blast, torrent. How
to tune all the heartache out? How
to turn it from lurid to lyrical?
Or is that even the point? Perhaps,
yet, to open gates and let in
the words you'd least like
to accept. To witness, to set
into permanency all that you see?
Here is the poem, for those who can't read what a friend once called my "crazy grandmother" handwriting.
1 - New Year's Resolution
Write daily. Lock down the slamming
heart, anxious breath. Calm
the frenzied mind and
focus. Ignore twinges of muscle ache,
nudges from tasks undone. The gaze
that wonders to mounds of dry
grass, yellowed by harsh days. Weathered
roofs, scarcely able to contain
another storm, wind blast, torrent. How
to tune all the heartache out? How
to turn it from lurid to lyrical?
Or is that even the point? Perhaps,
yet, to open gates and let in
the words you'd least like
to accept. To witness, to set
into permanency all that you see?
