It has been harder than I imagined writing a poem a day! I thought I would have more time to read poetry to get inspired to write poetry. I thought, “They are short, you can whip one out easily!” But no. Ideas are hard, my creativity depleted.
All that said, it has been a stretching, learning experience for me and I would do it again.
I am finding that this rainy, cold spring has been a common theme in my poetry.
The rain was doing Something exquisite This morning. The sun, Pale through The clouds reflected each ripple each drop. The sound of it Melodic The rhythm of it Mesmerizing I couldn't Look away.
The droplets Hanging on the trees were like filigree spun sugar. The rain was doing something magical this morning
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