Thursday, December 29, 2016
In my younger years while I was in school, I loved reading poetry. I dabbled in writing poems when my muse felt the need to express myself in a vibrant fashion. As work and life took me away from writing, I fell from the art form. I have missed it.
This year, one of my artist dates that I want to work with more is poetry. Today I should receive a book to help me read through "The Faerie Queene" by Edmund Spenser, an epic poem. In college, I fell in love with the story written in middle English and have always wanted to read the entire book, 1,000 pages. I have picked it up a number of times, but too many years have passed since I studied the old language. I need some help.
The other project I want to accomplish is writing Haikus. I will never be a poet, but I like to play. This poem style will be perfect to attempt once a week. I will work at posting them. Last week, I wrote three poems about the loss of my father and the beacon I saw in him. Here is the one I liked the most.
Looking for the Shore
Light extinguished, beacon cold
Yesterday, when I finished up my writing, I was excited for today's session. Unfortunately, when I woke up, I didn't want to come to the computer. When I did, I began avoiding my work. Here is the poem I wrote.
Snowy covered page
Crisp clean, black smudged words
Dread, fear of failure
But, now I believe that I have put off my work long enough.