Writing

Poetry is my way of expression.

I have recently discovered this.

A way to say my thoughts with intention.

It makes my mind empty but full of bliss.

Poetry is my new obsession.

my day started sad.

nothing could make it better,

but then I saw you

Last year, I tried to tune my guitar,

but when I played, it came out wrong.

The notes were wobbly, not straight.

                 I guess I'll try again later

I wish I were the sun.

Bright and happy.

Beams of light.

The thing people look forward to seeing.

I wish I were the moon.

Dark and mysterious.

Shapeshifting silver disc.

Things are different.

I don't know when they changed

or when I noticed them changing.

But in any case,

my eyes are open now

and I see that things are upside down.

At first it was just a drop

Poetry is hard in the winter.

It is inexplicable but,

for me,

definitely true.

In the spring, summer, and fall, 

there are limitless possibilities, 

endless inspirations.