Every now and again, I try to stretch my poetic muscles. Back when I was a teenager absolutely filled with angst and romance and puppy love and sadness, the poems would flow onto the page with this beautiful imagery and figurative language.
In these days of adulting, I don’t find it so easy. Ask me to write a kids’ story, and I can throw that on the page pretty quickly. Kids are my life these days. Is there angst? Oh yes. But it now comes in the form of a 2 year old’s tantrums and a 12 year old’s worry about homework.
Luckily, I have a group of friends who enjoys writing poetry and linking up together. The goal this month was to be reflective. I think I helped pick the theme and then actually forgot about writing it. Funny that the theme I needed most was the one I put on the back burner (love you KB, mean it).
So here we are, the night before the post is due, and I found this poem relatively easy to write. A reflective piece that, clearly, would be about the time I’m losing right in front of me.
“So much can change in a year.”
years continue to fade away
into another 365.
12. 6. 4. 2.
No longer newborns.
a little easier.
desires of the heart
& “on this day”
to remind me
of how much has changed in
Please go visit and read the poems of my friends who also wrote with the theme of Reflection:
Karen from Baking in a Tornado: “No Reflection”
Dawn from Cognitive Script: “Reflection of my Past Life”
Diane from On the Border: “Gahhh!“