I attended a writer’s retreat on February 24th. One of the presenters led a creative writing exercise. She played three different pieces of music for a few minutes each telling us to listen, let our imagination flow, and write whatever the music brought to us. The poem below is what I wrote to Viking Arena (Viking Dance Machine).
As I climb this mountain
Try’n to reach the top,
Cautiously she steps into the cool sparkling stream. She slowly Continue reading
Hello, my name is Pokey Pig
My tail is short
My dreams are big
life in the the shack
birthed a stubborn hope inside me
renewing my decision
to take my daughters and make
Hung upon a tree
Despised, rejected, for me
Zebra cactus gazes through the glass dreaming of sun, sand, and freedom.
Big ugly weeds growing in my soul
Their tentacles wrapping around it
Squeezing hard trying to suffocate Love.