Day 31 Poem: Maybe (and what I've shared)

I've managed to write and share a poem with y'all everyday this month.  I ended up sharing more then I intended.
I shared my pain - my heart ache.
I shared my fears.
I shared a little bit of my hope.
I dared to share what I was thinking or feeling that day in a poem.

Here is my last poem.

Maybe

 

Wishful thinking, full of hope,

Maybe it's not wishful, maybe,

its the truth, it floats

around in my head, driving me crazy.

 

By Annie Laurie Gray

 

And here you will find the last post over at OctPoWriMo

 

And the last blog hop of October. 

Day 29 Poem: Gawky Annie Laurie

Today's poem prompt is to write about yourself as if you were writing about someone else. I don't think I really did this. I ended up making fun of myself. Which might be a good thing...

There is a poem out there title Annie Laurie by William Douglas and its also an old Scottish song. It's the song of old I'm preferring to in my poem. Again I'm making fun of myself not the poem or the song.

Gawky Annie Laurie (Me)

 

Gawky Annie Laurie, like the song of old,

But she's not waiting for love to return,

No, she's waiting for God to unfold,

life before her at every turn.

 

Gawky Annie Laurie like the song of old,

long and lanky, one friend said,

green-blue eyes to behold,

hide behind wired glasses and pumpernickel bread,

color hair

 

Gawky Annie Laurie like the song of old,

timid prayer warrior at church,

here is where she's bold,

she's wait for the Lord, perch.

 

Gawky Annie Laurie like the song of old

wish to break from the mold.

 

By Annie Laurie Gray

 

 

Here are The Corries singing Annie Laurie.

 

 

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Day 30 Poem: My Today's Feelings

Today I find I can't write a whole poem so I wrote a few lines here and there. It's been a crazy day. so today's poem is titled "My Today's Feelings

My Today's Feelings

 

As the day flew by

I wondered can it get any worse?

 

Locked out of the house

Locked out of the car

Car keys locked inside the house

Cell phone locked inside car

 

By the end of the day

what do I wish had happen?

 

I can't say what I wish to say

I can't write what I wish to write.

 

 

Today's Thoughts Secrets

Since October is almost over and November is about to start I'm thinking a lot about writing and what I'm going to write for NaNoWriMo which is next month.
I came across a YouTube video with OneRepublic Secrets as the sound track. So I went looking for one of their video, which is below.

Here are the first few lines

I need another story
Something to get off my chest
My life gets kinda boring
Need something that I can confess
'Til all my sleeves are stained red
From all the truth that I've said

(Read more: ONEREPUBLIC - SECRETS LYRICS)

These lyrics express what I'm thinking about... OK the whole song.  When I write I want to convey my "secrets' not that I have any really BIG secrets.  What I think of as my secrets are my emotions.  I want to bleed on the pages so to speak and show emotions through the story.

Yesterday my story changed.  I planned to try to write a romantic comedy, not another dark drama.
Not sure if what I'm going to write will be a dark drama but it's not going to be a romantic comedy either.
The story in my head before I felt was an so-so story so I keep asking what can I do to change it.  The answer came yesterday. 

I hope to have some funny moments in this story.  Goodness know I need it.

In my story all I know is there is a girl but not sure she's getting a love story yet.  The story is about human relationships.

And here is OneRepublic Secrets

Day 28 Poem: Life Talks

Today's poem prompt was to take a quote from the blog post and write a poem.  Here is the quote I picked:

 

You lie there kicking like a baby, waiting for God himself
To lift you past the rungs of your crib. What
Would your life say if it could talk?

—from “No Fly Zone” by Tracy K. Smith (Pulitzer Prize Winner)

So what would my life say if it could talk?
Here is my answer.

Life Talks

 

So you feel like you're afloat?

Darling, I think you think about,

it too much. I don't mean to gloat,

I've thrown a lot at you, never once completely back out.

 

You are my quiet fighter,

you sit and wait like a spider.

 

by Annie Laurie Gray

 

For some reason there is not a code for the blog hop over on the OctPoWriMo Blog today.... sorry no blog hop today.

Day 27 Poem: Stranger

For today's poem I just started writing my thoughts down and then cut up the pages. Picked out some of the lines and created a poem.  Funny it helped me realize something really important. Read and see.

Stranger

 

Does God have a detailed plan for us?

 

In August a seed was planted in my mind,

create a blog and start writing again,

go to the coffee shop and write.

 

In November last year

 

Life changed for me

A stoke changed my grandmother

Dependent on us

Independent and strong - gone.

My cousin and I the prime caregivers

I didn't mind

wanted to help

improve her life

 

But God knew

My soul sat in the dark

only a few things brought in light,

my God,

my family,

friends at the coffee shop,

and this stranger

 

For a few years now

I met my friends on Wednesday for what we called coffee club,

meant to be a college group,

but I'm no longer in college,

talked about the bible and our lives,

Noticed this guy at some point writing in his notebook.

 

After November

 

I started looking for him to come in,

sometimes he did, sometimes he didn't,

I just wanted to see him,

sound like a crush doesn't it?

But it wasn't

Something... good, but not a crush,

I couldn't explain it even to myself.

 

Summer came

 

I stopped going to the coffee shop,

but in August God planted a seed,

go to the coffee shop and write.

And don't forget to look for him.

Only there was no need to look he's there.

Learned his name

but now to shy to talk to him,

 

Is this all by chance?

 

By Annie Laurie Gray

 

Hi K.C. I doubt you'll see this but thank you.

Your friend, Annie.

To me this poem say that someone I didn't know ended up being important even if it was only for that moment.



Day 26 Poem: Nervousness

Nervousness

 



Nervousness is like a wall built up within seconds made of mud and bricks.
Between you and another person or what you really want to do.
My question is... are you going to break through or stand there.
By Annie Laurie Gray

This is the question I'm asking myself today. Am I going to break through that wall or stand there?

I found this YouTube video when checking the spelling of seconds.

It's a sweet video on what can happen in a second, an idea that most people can relate too.  Also goes along with the idea of my poem.



Please comment.

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