0

Writing 201: Poetry, Day Three: Trust, Acrostic, Internal Rhyme

Far be it from me to see the best in someone
And yet here I rest, head on your chest
Is love blind? I don’t know or mind.
Trust is a warm pool in my heart
How far from harm, here in your arms.

Goodness me, just in before the deadline! I almost didn’t make it… Acrostics *and* rhyming? I could always break out my GCSE English exercise books.

Advertisements
2

Writing 201: Poetry, Day Two — Journey, Limerick, Alliteration

Holiday

A wanderer I know I’m not
I just want to be somewhere hot
The thought of air travel
Makes me start to unravel
I wish I could just teleport.

The road to wellness

How will I know when I’m there?
Will I skip and cavort without care?
Does depression just cease?
Panic turn into peace?
Fearful feelings fly off in the air?

0

Writing 201: Poetry, Day One — Water, Haiku, Simile

Retention

Puffed and indented
As firm as long-set aspic
I will pee for days

My first thought after writing this (and looking at others’ work!) is that it’s kind of ugly. My second thought is that that’s okay. In the thick of the third trimester, things are ugly and somewhat comical, but oddly fascinating, and I think that this perfectly sums it up.