It was a hot summer day when a poem snagged my line
it was dangling by a hook as it spun through my mind
I tugged and pulled, reaching for paper and pen
to capture each word as I reeled the big one in
but it came in no order and flopped about
slipping through my fingers as I began to doubt
if the poem was a keeper or a throwaway,
but capture and release is the practice of the day
so I gave the fish a kiss and watched it swim away
now it can grow bigger to be caught another day!
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See that smile? That’s my “Goldilocks” smile, somewhere between, oh really? and whatever! I’m having a moment.
I have 57 poems in my WordPress draft folder. Not one of them is fit for publication! And no amount of tweaking or sprinkling them with fairy dust seems to help!
If you know me, you know I suffer from “SOS” (shiny object syndrome). My mind is rarely at rest and although I find inspiration everywhere – literally in everything – it’s exhausting! Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful, but I need a mindfulness intervention.
Or maybe a bourbon on the rocks!
I think I’m gonna take some time off from my blog and focus on other shiny objects, like spending some time outside in the sun. Everything seems to glitter in the summer sun (see that right there? That would be a good opening line for a poem!)
I’ll be back after a bit. I’m gonna go sit out in the summer sun and see what glitters.
Hugs ~ Sue
fall in shambles
in various shades
falling from the ether
cluttering her sheets
pressed in secret places
where no light can penetrate
embracing the darkness
each word must bear its weight
she wrings them through her rhymer
and measures their metered feet
then rips her words to pieces
and declares them incomplete