Maybe it is appropriate that I decided to do this challenge. Or maybe I am trying too hard. I just realized I hadn't written much of anything in months, let alone a poem.
I used to blog all the time. Now I seldom do. Why? I am not sure. I think I lost some passion. Actually, I am sure of it. And today was a particularly trying day, that is all I need to say about that right now. It got me nostalgic for writing poetry, especially during a month long challenge like OctPoWriMo. That is reason enough, for now. I have a lot stored in my head and maybe it's time to release some of those krakens or demons, at least in literary form.
So... Free verse, written on my phone, I present The Storm Revisited.
The Storm Revisited
It's hard to shine
In the middle of a storm.
I can see my passions
Flying by,
But I cannot seem to grasp them.
They touch my fingertips,
Only to find
They have gone.
Empty handed,
In the storm
Winds blowing,
Rain soaked cheeks,
Or maybe,
Tears.
I feel alone,
Even in a crowded house.
I don't even know how this storm came up on me,
Or maybe I know full well.
The passion flies by,
Reaching,
I feel it's velvet wings.
It's going to fly away again,
Is it?
Now, what?
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