“I was reading the dictionary. I thought it was a poem about everything.” -Steven Wright
Welcome to poetry day on the blog. How is the culmination of another summer in the rearview mirror feeling to you? Write a poem about it. Poetry can be your own private language with yourself. Your soul has the decipher code.
Here is the poem I wrote for today:
“Knee Deep in Mud”
Summer sometimes feels like walking through sludge
I want to fly but the air’s too heavy
And so I make imperceptible moves
Hoping that I am headed somewhere
Other than where I am stuck in the mud.
But then I get a gust of momentum
And I look back and I realized I have come further
Than I realized. There must have been mud in my eye.
Or a cloud over my spirit. Because there’s a trail of footprints,
I have left behind me. And the visions that lie ahead,
Are getting larger and clearer and more distinct every day.
Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.