An unedited poem I wrote for creative writing club.
a clear morning, I
walk through the woods, sun shining
through the trees, sun light
sparkles through the leaves
so that the ground looks like the
bottom of the pool
on a sunny day.
warm memories fill my heart
and I feel good,
even though today
isn't special, a single
moment changed that
It's National Poetry Writing Month! I didn't remember until today though, and I probably won't be able to participate everyday with how busy I am, but I do want to get back in the habit of writing. Th
My next small batch of poems for National Poetry Writing Month. April 21st: love is a cozy embrace that sings you asleep, at the end of a long, strenuous day, waking warm and refreshed, love is sleepi