Yesterday a friend posted that it was National Poetry Month. I used to love to write poetry but have admittedly not done much writing since university. Well, here’s my chance to take advantage of that outlet, I suppose! 28 days of my own words, inspired by my muse, by the sun, by fear…by the moment. Bear with me I guess, because I’m a bit rusty.
Here’s my first: inspired by this mornings paint session with my cupkeiki.
I wish I could go with you,
Wherever you go when you turn the world off,
To experience what it is your imagination creates.
But I can’t, and maybe it’s better that way,
because I can slip into my own world,
And try to imagine what sort of world you are imagining, and we can be doing all this imagining together without interrupting each others process.