
Paint the page
pen the words
poetry in heart
put to page.
write what the soul
needs to say
for no other reason
than poetry must be.

Paint the page
pen the words
poetry in heart
put to page.
write what the soul
needs to say
for no other reason
than poetry must be.
did not like the prompt today. it came from my prompt pool.

perhaps the dedication
to the art of writing poetry
comes with a certain mindset.
For not all understand
the flowing freeness
of the verse,
the delicious structure
of the form.
And even amongst those
who do write criticism
is rampant still.
did not like the prompt today. my kid suggested this one.

As the ink flows
the poetry is lighter than prose.
writing poetry
seems to release
emotional turmoil
that prose does not.
though I enjoy the pen
lifting for prose
poetry is the release
I so often need.

So I normally do a small break of sorts during two months of the year from my normal posts. April and November. The reason for this is I am posting daily poetry and the other posts are just a bit much to add on. I will return to the weekly posts in May (Maybe. I am considering doing mermay this year. Which would mean an art post daily instead via instagram links.) Regardless there will be content, just not the Same posts I usually do.
the prompt can be found here

For though I had not written
in a score of days,
the pen seemed to have
a life of its own as I wrote
in a complete haze.
Poetry flowed loosely
from my mind as if I had
breached a dam at last.
the pen and I were
joined as one,
and I myself
found poetry done.
the prompt can be found here

the ink will dry
faster than
tears fill the ocean.
writing for art
feels better than
writing for emotion.
so I think I
will write my poetry
for sake of poetry.
removing the weight
of love, hate,
joy, and sorrow.