Moondustwriter celebrates 10 years of blogging on Word Press. This is an archived poem from the first month (with some changes). Poetry is cathartic and I hope anyone who needs to blow off steam finds the outlet in writing.
As this posts, I will be in Africa doing what I love – teaching the children I write for. 10 years ago this was only a dream now this is an amazing reality.
Thank you Word Press for giving artists, writers, poets a place for venting, a place to fly…
To those of you who have encouraged me to not give up (you know who you are) I’m sending a bouquet of Thank Yous!!!
Have you ever held a photo that you knew had held importance but you had no idea what it was? The people who were in the photo were long gone and you kept it to try to hold the memory for someone long gone.
This poignant poem is to Fathers on Father’s Day. Not all dads have a hand in raising their children. Father’s give a unique perspective to a child. I missed having a dad close to catch my smiles.
As a writer for the Pen of the Damned, I like to draw attention to the excellence of the writing that you will read by this dark, angst wrought group. Please check out the newest short story by Dan Dillard ,“Visions of the Reaper.” If you like dark, you will not be disappointed
I apologize to the photographer as I lost the information about the piece. If you know, please contact me so I can attribute properly.
this love took a round-about of miserable mistakes
mistaken love I’ve taken this roundabout of misery
thoughtless I lost my way
mistook the sequence
it wasn’t
pas
l’amour
Poet’s United Verse First is using the Fibonacci form as a prompt this week. Fibonacci poetry is a literary form based on the Fibonacci number sequence. The sequence begins like this: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21. In order to find the next number in the sequence, you add the two preceding numbers. The sum of these two is the next number, which then is added to the one before it to get to the next number, and so on.This is how it works:
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe