Why I write Wandering Wednesday

Why I write posts such as Wandering Wednesdays and my other poems and posts.

 

Why I Write

 

I write to get the ugly out of my head

I write so I can get out of bed

I write to grow some wings

I write because of the relief it brings

I write to remember your face

I write to remember this place

I write to make people think

I write for an editor’s wink

I write to stop the tears

I write to cover the years

I write to because I love trees

I write for the bees
 

bumble bee, pink flower, pink hollyhock

The Cinquain Train keeps on rollin’

Forgive me for the cheesy title, I’m excited. I have been trying to break through this wall for months.

Garden Cinquain

Sun burned,
dirty, too sore to walk very far,
but plants are in the ground.
A day’s work done,
Springtime.
 

gardening, flowerbed, child in flowerbed, child gardeing playing in the flowers

This is not enough mulch mom.


 

It is not a remake, but a totally new one and it is what got the Cinquain Train rollin’. What do you guys think?

Wandering Wednesday on a leash.

chain leash

The Pit Bull in my Soul

There is a Pit Bull in my soul.

He snaps and snarls.

It surprises me because,

I am not that way.

I am not hateful and hurtful!

But, oh, how he longs to be free!

He struggles against his chain

and I want to un-snap it and let him go.

To watch him dash across the yard

and rip out the throat of that person

whose comment was so hurtful,

and uncalled for.

But when he bites,

it leaves scars on my arm.

And the scars of a backbiter run deep.

So I will put the Pit Bull on a choke chain

and hope he does not slip it.

The lawsuit and fine would be heavy.

So I wrap his chain around the tree,

giving him less running room.

 

 

So how’s your Wednesday going?
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Cinquain Sorrows over!

After months of writer’s block I have done it!

4th of july, fireworks, independance day celebration

I have wrote a real cinquain. What do you think? (be gentle)

Monthly Checkup

Warm tears,

the baby squirming in my arms,

he knows what is coming-

how could he not-

shot time.

 

 

Don’t know what I’m talking about? Look at this post.