Poems that pursue the horizon from past to present and poems created for NaPoWriMo 2017
|This feels like home, it feels so right
I want to write in the dead of night
Iâ€™d rather write than eat or drink
Breaths grow cold, my life on the brink.
This newfound gift, expressions cloy
With sweet words to express my joy.
Truth be told, itâ€™s been with me long
In many forms, poem and song.
Writing is constant in my life
Loves gained and lost, writing through strife.
Of elusive love I penned verse too,
Hoping to find someone like you.
As my approaching sunset years
Fay veiled by deathâ€™s encroaching fears,
Creep into my life, end timeâ€™s â€˜somedayâ€™-
Iâ€™ll write you love- somehow, someway!
Entry: April 21, 2017
Prompt: A coming of age poem
For: Dew Drop Inn Poetry Workshop
Form: Quatrain, stanzaic
Syllabic Pattern: 8 (Iambic tetrameter)
Rhyme Pattern: aabb, etc.
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.~~Robert Frost