When I first started writing poetry, way back in middle school, I would write every single day. In fact, I made a goal – write 5 poems every single day. I would just sit during my lunch period, or study hall if I had done all of my homework, and just write poetry. I believe I originally started doing that because I really loved writing poetry and wanted to improve my work. But then, the 8th grade hit and I grew a huge crush on this boy who rode my bus. And every day, on the bus ride home, I would show him my poems, hoping that they’d make him fall for me.
Spoiler alert: Didn’t work. At all. Actually, it freaked him out. Damn Rom Coms lied to us all of these years! Although it probably didn’t help that I also kept randomly calling his phone just to listen to his voicemail. (I was 13, okay?! I know now that that’s insane and I am so embarrassed. Sorry, dude.)
Nowadays, I usually just write a poem down in my journal as it comes into my mind. Could be every couple days, or every couple weeks. But this month, in honor of National Poetry Writing Month, I decided that I am going to write at least one poem every single day. And thus far, I have been succeeding. So here’s my favorite snippets/quotes from every day of week one.
I know I am home when I hear your sudden scramble to the door and tight greeting as I enter….
Khaki Pants. Matching hat. Long Face. 65+ easy.
What a non-threatening description for a human being.
If only his bark matched his fur.
Here’s hoping it won’t match his bite.
…An adrenaline rush, knowing my happiness destroyed his own. I was alive. I was free. But like any high, I imagine, it had to come to an end. And this high, it fell down slowly, and struck mad hard. But I will always look fondly, that year, that smell. I was free. I. Was. Alive.
….Two smiles meet, and then time – it becomes still….
Arm around you, with an S curl.
I am reminded that I am not alone in this world.
I am lost.
Uncertainty is wondering if I will brush
It’s funny how you know what you want,
the moment another swallows
….Glass-eyed, a porcelain doll waits….
Hope you all enjoyed that! It’s been so interesting to see what ideas I come up with everyday, whether they are perfect, small, or nowhere in between. If you are participating in #napowrimo as well, let me know below!
Be sure to check out my latest post about teaching a theatre design and storytelling workshop to youth students, linked here.
Stay safe, and stay crazy out there, my dears.