Hello, dear readers!
I
know I’ve been neglecting my blog lately, but I have been writing a lot. Just
not here. I’m recently finished rewriting the climax to one novel, and I’m
trying to finish the second draft of another before the end of May. Oh yeah, and
I’m also thinking about submitting some poems for publication, and I’m developing
a short story which may or may not turn into a series. *cue distant screaming*
Soooo, I’m taking the summer off from
blogging, maybe longer, until further notice. In the mean time, here’s a poem I
wrote during a writing sprint with friends.
bricks
brick-red,
the russet hue
that
clung to calloused hands
and
corroded like crumbs,
coated
fingers like chalk
brick-yellow,
the sunburnt shade
that
smelled of asphalt and wind
on
a summer’s day—petrol
and
the singe of a magnifying glass
brick-gray,
the mind’s matter
that
can’t quite recall
the
thrill of the path i carved
when
i scaled these walls
brick-white,
the bleached blanket
that
coated the face like foundation,
but
didn’t quite belong where the dirt
stained
its skirts brick-red
***
Let’s
chat! What did you think of the poem? Do you have any writing friends you can
do writing sprints with?
Similar poems: The Smell of Earth; Seeking the Song of Time; and Concrete Forest, Paper Meadows
Looking for more reading material until I’m back from my hiatus? Check out my books: Dandelion Symphony and Last of the Memory Keepers.
