as the flowers bloom
I really like writing about different kinds of seasons.
What seasons do you write about?
Why I write posts such as Wandering Wednesdays and my other poems and posts.
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
Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep.
Scott Adams, American Cartoonist
I hope I am developing a better sense of art.
Forgive me for the cheesy title, I’m excited. I have been trying to break through this wall for months.
dirty, too sore to walk very far,
but plants are in the ground.
A day’s work done,
It is not a remake, but a totally new one and it is what got the Cinquain Train rollin’. What do you guys think?
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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I have wrote a real cinquain. What do you think? (be gentle)
the baby squirming in my arms,
he knows what is coming-
how could he not-
Don’t know what I’m talking about? Look at this post.