It’s 11:40 a.m. and I want to do another live poetry writing. I’m going to find a poetry prompt. Be right back.
11:48 a.m. I’m back. I honestly didn’t see any poetry prompts I liked, but I remembered this morning when I walked my dog and how the spring wind felt. I’ve been sick and that cool breeze with the light scent of some sort of flowers felt good. Cleansing. I think I’ll write about that. So here goes.
11:50 a.m. I’m writing.
11:57 a.m. Here’s what I’ve come up with so far:
I step out into the fresh air Feel the spring breeze wash over Lifting my hair from my face Streaming over my mind Pushing away the bad thoughts It rinses away the sickness And I declare peace With myself and the world You must deal with the darkness If you wish to walk in the light With the weight of the bad Finally gone from my head I raise my chin and smell the spring The green newness of it With a hint of pink from somewhere
It needs a title, a bit of editing and I feel like there’s something missing at the end. I’ll be back.
12:01 p.m. This is what I’ve come up with:
Better By Michelle Garren-Flye I step out into the fresh air, feel the spring breeze wash over, lifting my hair from my face, streaming over my mind, pushing away the bad thoughts. It rinses away the sickness and I declare peace with myself and the world. (You must deal with the darkness if you wish to walk in the light.) With the weight of the bad finally gone from my head I raise my chin and smell the spring: the green newness of it with a hint of pink from somewhere. And I think, this is better.
Keep in mind that all my poems will probably be edited again before I put them out. You might not even recognize some of them after that process is done! But this is the beginning. What do you think?