Whereas last week I felt I wrote several good poems, this week I feel like none have reached quite that level, though I do keep trying every day. February also seems to be whizzing by and there’s more stuff going on in general. Like today I am expecting my mum for a visit from Norway,…
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A poem every day – week 6
This week I’ve written quite a few poems that I think are good, and I’ve been enjoying the challenge more again after a few rough weeks. I won’t say I’ve turned a corner, as I expect this is just the crest of one of many waves to come. It’s part of the process and part…
A poem every day – week 5
I’m still plugging away, and still keeping an open mind as to how to move forward. I am going to keep this week’s update short, as I have a bit of a cold and my contact lenses feel dry and fuzzy. But the sun is out, the days are getting longer, and I can feel…
A poem every day – week 3
It’s getting harder (That’s what she said! – Sorry, we’ve been watching The Office of late…). On the one hand I’m doubting the merit of this project. I often feel like “having to” write a poem every day means I end up with work that is partially unfinished but I need to wrap it up…
A poem every day – week 2
Dear readers, We’re another week into January, and another week into my project to write a poem every day this year (for more information, see my post from January 1st). It’s already becoming a bit of a challenge to stay motivated and inspired, as I crave variety and newness in everything I do. So it…
A poem every day – week 1
Confused? Check out my post from January 1st. So, it’s been eight days since I started my poetry challenge, and I feel it’s going fairly well so far. I have written a few poems I like, and a few I don’t much care for. It’s taken me between 20 minutes and a few hours to…
New year, new challenge: a poem every day + a newsletter (monthly)
Dear readers, Happy new year! 2022 was a pivotal one for me in many ways. We moved house We moved halfway across the country in order to pursue a quiet country life in a small village, surrounded by woods. This has long been a dream of mine, being an HSP and finding city/suburb life increasingly…
Poem #1: Wheel of the year
What does the number mean? YouTube video link. ——————————————- Light’s elusive joy filtered through the trees A promise of spring wafting on the breeze The stillness of moss on soft forest floor wilful wily waves crashing on the shore Leaves turning golden, then orange then falling Foxes and geese and wild winds are calling Breath…
Too much time, and too little. 