Against my better judgement, I have been reading some books on writing poetry. Some of it is helpful and some conflicts with my core writing values. These conflicts create a dissonance I hope I can wash away without too much influence on my writing.
POEM 23
I opened my spirit, I am in control
The heavy rush of air fills my soul
It reminded me of a fresh spring day
My morning cup of earl grey
Sweetened the start of another day
The delicious challenges awaiting me
I know I’m ready, I won’t flee
Adventure and experience sustain my soul
I follow my spirit, I am in control
POEM 24
I remember those days of shame
Friends don’t associate with my name
I alone carry the weight
The others have no cause to hate
Each day I meditate
To exorcise the feelings we all carry
To feel good, create a boundary
To live in the present
Makes all our lives pleasant
POEM 25
The dusty trail stretched ominously before me
Lined with brush, stones, and boulders
I could taste the heat and dust
Nary a tree in sight
From the glaring sun, no respite
In the distance, the view is blurry
In the day, no wildlife ventures out
The silence is almost a shout
Sweat coursing over my body
Hard to believe this was my choice
Yes, I am enjoying the strange form of fun
When I arrive back at my car
I still only see our lonely star
Pete's Wisdom 