A new way to see things

Not too many people know of my love of writing. Honestly, I haven't had, or taken, time to write since Jesse started walking. I started writing sometime late elementary school to early junior high. I do not pretend to be a great writer (you've read this blog lol) but I do find it very therapeutic. I have always tried to sit down with pen and paper when life gets complicated or emotional. My Dad always said my writing was "deep" and there was an English teacher at my high school who said it was "dark"; I think both explain my love of Poe.

I found myself on the 23rd of last month with pencil and paper in my hands. I also found myself unable to write a word. Somehow my old stand-by was failing me. Desperate to find some way to express myself, I decided to try something a little different.

If you recall, I believe it was this past spring when the girls and I wrote some haikus for the library. I thought I would try. Maybe a haiku would be my answer. This is what came out of that session with my pencil and paper.

 

Elusive

It is almost there

Then suddenly burst out loud

That smile makes me proud.

 

The Hand

The warm gripping hand

Reaching out to me for aid.

I gladly give back.

 

The Machine

The large grey box hums.

It creaks and moans during the day.

It bellows all night.

 

Sunset

The day is ending.

Darkness is quickly approaching.

Will the light reappear?

 

No, I am not a great writer. But there are days when doing something such as finding 5-7-5 syllables makes life more bearable.