If you're active at all on social media, you've probably heard about the importance of "curating content" for your blog, Twitter and Facebook feed, Pinterest, etc. It's something I've thought about quite a bit as I struggle with my own platform. Should I focus more on writing about pop culture? Do I need more blog posts about writing for children? Am I not posting enough book reviews?
But at the end of the day, I'm a writer, and I write many things. There was a time in my life when poetry was a favorite form. I need to put out a disclaimer here and say I've never formally studied poetry writing, and I don't' really follow any specific rules when I write it, but I've always felt the free verse is therapeutic for me. I've decided to start sharing more of my writing on this blog that hasn't been published anywhere and probably won't be anytime soon, such as flash fiction and poetry. Sharing my creative writing is always very hard for me, so hopefully this will get easier over time.
Autumn Calls, Once Again . . .
Fall brings a chill into the air
my hands
my stare
glazes somehow
as I reminisce about
this lost soul
kindergarten beauty queen
runner-up
that is
homecoming in
my long plaid dress
unable to escape the flowers
in my arms
deep in the heart of Texas
night sky.
Autumn Days II
Blessed is the spirit
that wanders down this
dusty road and
memories of blond-haired
All-American boys sometimes
drift in and out of my
Zephyr state of mind
tornado drills
my swing under the oak tree
playing 45s all day long
with Billy and Blondie while
they’re all on the playground
white lies and yet
precious young minds
are so fragile
on the railroad tracks . . .
But at the end of the day, I'm a writer, and I write many things. There was a time in my life when poetry was a favorite form. I need to put out a disclaimer here and say I've never formally studied poetry writing, and I don't' really follow any specific rules when I write it, but I've always felt the free verse is therapeutic for me. I've decided to start sharing more of my writing on this blog that hasn't been published anywhere and probably won't be anytime soon, such as flash fiction and poetry. Sharing my creative writing is always very hard for me, so hopefully this will get easier over time.
Autumn Calls, Once Again . . .
Fall brings a chill into the air
my hands
my stare
glazes somehow
as I reminisce about
this lost soul
kindergarten beauty queen
runner-up
that is
homecoming in
my long plaid dress
unable to escape the flowers
in my arms
deep in the heart of Texas
night sky.
Autumn Days II
Blessed is the spirit
that wanders down this
dusty road and
memories of blond-haired
All-American boys sometimes
drift in and out of my
Zephyr state of mind
tornado drills
my swing under the oak tree
playing 45s all day long
with Billy and Blondie while
they’re all on the playground
white lies and yet
precious young minds
are so fragile
on the railroad tracks . . .
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