Poetry Sunday

I recently took part in a 30 poems in 30 days group which I think is the best way to get you moving if you are trying to write regularly! Each day, a prompt is given to get you writing. It was your choice to use it or not so if you already had the creative juices running, you could just follow your stream of thought. Many of the writers in the most recent group have already published their work which leads me to the three biggest struggles when joining any 30-in-30 writing group:

1. Actually writing something every day which is much harder that it would seem.
2. Giving yourself grace when you realize that everyone in the group is so much more talented that you are!
3. Staying motivated to continue to write while you are working through #2. On a positive note, great poets are very accepting and try not flaunt their brilliance so it was a great group to write with!

So here are a few of my poems from the April group. I hope you enjoy!

Prompt: write something with the word Egg in it

I listen to my son excitedly relay
The Easter Eggs
Hidden in his favorite movies
Little does he know
That as he is
Looking for hidden references
From imaginary characters
I look for Hidden Easter Eggs
In his life
References
That reassure me
That the things that I did well
Are evident in his happiness
And things that I didn’t
Are not marked in ways
That foretell
Future sequels
Marked in pain

Prompt: Write about the Seven Deadly Sins – 7 lines/7 words per line

Sloth – The passive of the seven sins
Is the most dangerous of them all
It lacks the egocentricity of the others
But it shrugs at another person’s pain
Without any concern, and proving once again
When good men quietly fail to act
Evil will prevail without fear of reprisal

No prompt – Just was on my mind…
On being laid off
The first tremor hit and I surveyed the frightened around me
“We will be fine”, I assured, “it is just a tremor.”
The rain came down and the lightning struck and again,
I assured, “it is just the rain…”
People began leaving and those that stayed looked to me…
And again, I assured…”We will be ok…”
And then the house burned down.
And no one blamed me, which made it worse.
I blamed myself
so I picked them all up
and
started
again.
But I still cry at night.