Flowing Down

The taste of the spring water on my lips

Slowly soothing me to the core

The iciness of the cascading cool air

A frigid blanket of cold sweeps over the rocks


Publish a post that appeals to one of the senses: hearing, sight, touch, smell, and taste.

(The Inaugural) Weekly Discover Challenge: Blogging the Senses

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Legacy Hero

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Leaving you my legacy

Everything that I ever was

Wrapped nicely and passed down

For you to proudly deconstruct

And figure out the grand mystery of
The blog that I leave

You’ll ponder over it at best

Some of it may be fun

A lot may put you to rest
May you rise through the ranks

And go forward and succeed

Thinking of the person who put you here

The land, water, and air you breath

Legacy

Operation: Yellow Tape

Cut through the noise

Go towards the goal

And boldly pole vault the

Haters that act as

Crimescene tape blocking your way

On the path to the glorified reward

The rules are made to be broken

The bar made to be raised

And your option is to march

Through the haze of confusion

Object

Secrets

If you let your secrets spill out

As easily as the morning milk

There will be nothing left to hide

And the edge of your former glory

It will go down in fiery flames

 

So keep some of those secrets

Locked in your mind

Just in case the person you confided in

Wasn’t exactly kind

Secret

St. Valentine’s Rush

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The red day arrived again
Filled with happiness and lore
There are the couples that rejoice
And the singles that are lonely once more
Chocolate hearts on fire
Sparkling wine under candlelight
Get your kisses in today
Tomorrow will be back to a fight
The namesake of Valentine
Shrouded in vague mystery
The romance goes back through the ages
Our rich tradition, blood and soul of history
My true love may not have come forward
Not so in this year still so young
And the world will keep on revolving
Until the Valentine’s where I find the one


190 Days Later

How is the year shaping up for you so far? Have your predictions come true, or did you have to face a curve ball or two?

My year has been very good, thank you very much.

Read and Reread

It’s rare that I would settle down

And read a novel all the way through

There are just so many other things out there

So many other things to do

Precious time slips away

As I turn just one more page

Keeping up with the world

The need to fully engage

But if there is one book that doesn’t require much

Thought or reason

It’s the book of imagination

The great train of every season


Second Time Around

The book pictured above, One Fat Summer, is a book that my uncle loves to read all the time, to the point that the book, both copies of it, have gone into disrepair. I don’t know why he loves it so much (maybe because he has a habit of reading the same books over and over again) but all I know is that it’s been a favorite of his since I “borrowed” it in ninth grade and never returned it. I only read to about the fourth chapter (where Bobby gets a lawnmower job) before I got distracted with other things like homework and TV shows. You know a good book when the cover goes missing (on paperbacks) after a while. It is considered light reading.

I personally try to find time to read a book now and then. I’m still slowly chowing through my Eragon novel but will likely pick something else up that is shorter and faster to read. Reading a book is a way for me to settle down. I hate all the drama and confusion that comes about with social media.

The Boxed In Poet

Day 253 - Shadow in the TV

I never knew it was in me but,
This poetic vein has been found,
Developing and being nurtured,
Becoming more and more sound
Starts off with just a simple thought,
Then turns to skipping and hopping,
Until it burns like a hot iron wrought
And I could really go for it
And be an inspiring scribe
If I had the money and means to travel
And maybe even get to climb
But so far I’m a boxed in poet
With my TV and everyday channels
The outside is there,
But I’m getting lazy
The only way I’ll snap out this
Is if I get a job
Or something makes me


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Express Yourself!.”

Do you love to dance, sing, write, sculpt, paint, or debate? What’s your favorite way to express yourself, creatively?