Ok, a busy couple of days and I have been a little flummoxed with the poetry prompts, but I have given them a shot. With time, they might start to make sense, but I doubt it.
I am not really good at this.
Wherever we are coming from,
be it today - always a Tuesday -
Where my thoughts linger, caught almost,
at the start.
But the words are flowing.
They trot over a little known path
Across the grass, and over the river
Where I, cannot go.
It is only a start, and I am poorer
for my failure as this Tuesday fades.
There are so many others out there
So much better - on every other day -
Of the week and I cannot read them all.
So many, so may myriad talents,
And mine, is only Tuesday. 8th April 2014
My play lists are a bit boring as well....
Five random song titles.
I cannot explain why but
I predict a riot.
By all means necessary,
It shall come to pass.
Even with Weather to Fly away
The explosion shall overtake us
Here, and now.
We shall be different again.
Do not hope
For a nameless Savior to protect us.
We are all responsible for our own salvation
In each, and every day. 9th April.
My thoughts linger with my sister tonight.
Thank you for reading. XX
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