I Found You in a Closet Curled

I found you in a closet curled
and mopping up the dust

Now I've hung you to my bedroom wall
and framed you up in glass

To reminisce my summer youth
Peaks, valleys, gushing streams

And promise of adventure's future
Under snow and leafy green

Although somedays I cannot see
Beyond the sunset of tomorrow

For now I doze beneath your frame
And mountain dreams I borrow


This was written for a prompt by dVerse Poet’s Pub (link below) that I stumbled across today. The prompt was as follows: “So – here’s what I’m asking you to do today. Walk around your house and look at all the things hanging there: on walls, in closets, on your refrigerator door, etc. Pick something that “speaks to you” and use that as the basis for today’s poem.” This was fun! I look forward to more prompts 🙂

https://dversepoets.com/

I Want to Be a Poet.

I want to be a poet and a painter
A writer and a dancer
 
I want to capture the world as I see it
And dissect it to be examined
 
I want to empty my mind
With the light and dark of the world
 
And spend my days beneath broad leaves
Or even bare branches
 
The roots of trees hugging me
Without ever touching me
 
Pulling me in through the dirt
As I remain on top soil
 
Though I am not a plant
I would be lucky to be so green
And growing towards the sun

Happy New Year everyone! For the first year in a while, I don’t have any concrete resolutions this January first. What I do have is this: a new year with new thoughts, new energy, new longings.