I realise that at 12:33 it's TECHNICALLY Wednesday the 11th, but I think for most people, staying up past midnight still counts as the same day so... too bad. Anyway, here is the first poem. It's better than I thought it would be considering I wrote it over the course of the last 20 minutes. It 's pretty simple, but I'm pretty busy so I'm not worrying about it. I hope no one else does either.
PS can anyone help me think of a title (I've NEVER been good with titles)
Awakening -thank you Taryn for the title <3-
noticing you
seeing you
watching you
brushing you
touching you
caressing you
taking you
holding you
clutching you
wanting you
needing you
craving you
loving you
loving you
loving you
My Year of Writing Dangerously
On the spur of one of my (increasingly rare) moments of inspiration, I decided that in order to maintain my artistic integrity, and because I can't keep calling myself a writer for much longer without actually WRITING something, I am going to write a poem a day for the next year. The first poem will be posted on August 10, 2010 and the last poem will be posted on August 10, 2011. (Unless, of course, I decide to keep going.) Not all of the poems will be good, and DEFINITELY not all of them will be interesting, but I will gaze around my kitchen, my living room, and Coming Home Cafe until something inspires me, then write a poem about it, as well as my random thoughts on the mundane things that no one notices, but which it is my goal to immortalize over the course of this year.
On the spur of one of my (increasingly rare) moments of inspiration, I decided that in order to maintain my artistic integrity, and because I can't keep calling myself a writer for much longer without actually WRITING something, I am going to write a poem a day for the next year. The first poem will be posted on August 10, 2010 and the last poem will be posted on August 10, 2011. (Unless, of course, I decide to keep going.) Not all of the poems will be good, and DEFINITELY not all of them will be interesting, but I will gaze around my kitchen, my living room, and Coming Home Cafe until something inspires me, then write a poem about it, as well as my random thoughts on the mundane things that no one notices, but which it is my goal to immortalize over the course of this year.
I'd call it "you" :)
ReplyDeleteooh yes that would have been good
ReplyDeletebut "Awakening" came from the person about whom I wrote the poem so I think I'll keep that one