Happiness is a mask Applied as per needed. Placed upon the broken soul Per the desire to find Internal calmness Not found so Easily that it must Seem to be a Sensation worthy of having.
Though lifting the pen To bleed on the page Seems like a gift, A talent given, I would argue that There are days When writing poetry Feels like madness leaking Outward from my head.
Rhythm and rhyme Pulsing in time To how broken My heart is.
I posted the poem for Ars Poetica earlier today. This is the answer to the prompt for the day: Optimism.
Looking forward Is just so hard, Optimism is not Something that comes easily.
Choosing to think In the positive Means using a Light towards the possibilities That shine out the darkness.
I don’t know if during April I will be doing the regular day blogs… I will have to see. There should be at least two posts daily for April like this one.
So I have done this two different ways now. I always do something for April and November. I have tried posting some poems that I love from others in April, and I have tried posting my Daily PAD Challenge Responses. I don’t know which one I want to do this year. I am still struggling with space (at least until May) so I want to go with something that would not add to the media as much. A daily poem would be a lot of media unless I do it as a text format with a repeating image.
What are your thoughts on this? my poetry or others? or general discussion about what poetry is?