Can I just tell you that today was a crapper. There was very little good that came out of today. I have been distracted by things I can’t even believe. Poetry has taken a back seat and in the time I did have I only came up with a single stanza. A beginning, perhaps? Maybe a middle? Or and ending… nah… it’s not an ending. Maybe I’ll share with you the development of the idea in fits and starts. It’s my blog and my poetry after all… this is how it happens… in a messy sort of disorganized fashion.
I was tempted to share a poem I wrote in 2016, but it goes against the spirit of the challenge. I meant this to be for poetry I would write each day, or in this case… a poem type thing. So here ya go:
Untitled In the moments before bed With a single light above My thoughts turn to the past And to mysteries left unsolved. ©2021 Tim Geoghegan
I suppose if you wanted to write a stanza of your own to go with this… I wouldn’t object.
Cheers!