Day 7- Take a walk until you find a tree you identify with, then write a poem using the tree as a metaphor for yourself or your life.

As the frost begins to spread,

The snow, cold, pressed all around me,

My leaves fall off,

Branches hang empty,

I am dead.

I am dead.

Knowing that spring will

Bring

A rebirth,

I just have to get there.

Survive until then,

Make it through this harsh time,

Soon I will bloom,

Soon,

I will bloom again

With colors bright and strong,

Power mighty,

I will bloom again.

I just have to

Get through this harsh cold.

30 Day Poetry Challenge: Day 7

Day 6- Write a poem of any length incorporating every word from your latest Facebook status.

Today is a challenge,

But also a gift – after all

Isn’t that why they call it

The present?

But even when the day is rough,

And all hope seems lost,

And things seem dark,

There is good in every day.

You have to be your own light,

To lead the path, to show the way,

Please, please remember

You deserve so much more than this life has given you,

And you’re going to get it someday.

Today may be difficult,

It may not be a gift after all, or at least

It might not seem that way sometimes.

But I get by,

Reminding myself that

I am not one of them, I am not part of the darkness,

I’m part of the light and though I may not shine today,

I’ll burn brightly

Eventually.

30 Day Poetry Challenge: Day 6

Day 3- Find the nearest book (of any kind). Turn to page 8. Use the first ten full words on the page in a poem. You may use them in any order, anywhere in the poem.

The book I picked up is “Heart of Darkness” by Joseph Conrad. The words: mind, he, began, again, lifting, one, arm, from, the, elbow. Below is my poem.

I began from darkness,

Lifting myself, my mind, my heart,

You never knew the pain.

He never knew the suffering.

I guess I kept it hidden,

Perhaps in my heart, deep down,

Or somewhere as conspicuous as the crook of my elbow.

But now my heart is too heavy – or perhaps my arm just shakes from the weight.

Digging my way out,

And for today, I am free.

Though I may have to begin again tomorrow, and the next day,

I’ll take it one step at a time.

30 Day Poetry Challenge: Day 3