Today I am feeling strung out and overwhelmed so researching and learning a poetry form just seemed a bit much. Today’s poem will be free form, but I promise I will return to exploring various forms soon. I hate to abandon a plan so soon, but I am not taking any more on my plate today.
I had a hard time coming up with a fresh gratitude today so you see where we are.
There Are Only Days
All summer I struggled with this steep hill
at the end of the woods, by the lake.
Yesterday I finally crested it,
pedaling, panting,
Victorious.
Today that success feels fleeting.
I inch upwards and almost admit defeat.
Then I tell myself the truth.
There are not days when I can reach the top
and other days when I cannot.
There are only days.
I love hearing your poetic voice!
ReplyDeleteThanks. I'm exercising a muscle I haven't used in years and years. It's quite daunting, but I'm having fun so far.
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