Well, got a little busy this weekend, so I missed a couple days! Oh joy! Always difficult when that happens, particularly when it's followed by a day when I am not feeling particularly wordcrafty. But, that's part of why this thing is a challenge every year. You know what they say: Some days are diamonds, and some days are just stones. Today? Today is definitely a stone day! But I won't wax philosophical about poetry too much today. Let's get on to the poems!
there's nothing like the smell of a
fresh sweat
that i've worked up while cutting the grass
on a sunday in the early afternoon
of a warm spring day in early April.
i long for these days until
i spend the time outside,
and when i want to take advantage of the weather
i have to do work instead
and it feels like everything i want to do is supplanted
by the planting and needs to be done.
some days
i know i'm writing something great
something meaningful,
something that i am proud to put my name to.
today is not that day,
but i keep writing anyway,
just like i keep working,
keep getting up,
keep going.
the error isn't in writing poorly,
but in not writing at all.
if you asked me a year ago
where i was going
what i was doing
how i was going to get there
i would have had no answer,
and there would have been an awkward pause -
the kind that's not comfortable for anyone.
i would have shied away
not spoken
not dared to dream about the impossible
and not realized my own worth.
Thanks for reading,
Me
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