Another useful early morning session with Marjorie Lotfi's Substack writing group.
First prompt: describe yourself using things that you love (Ways to Love Myself)
Why does the wind soughing through the trees
sound like the waves lapping at the shore;
the sound of a flock of birds taking off from the sand,
a flick of pages from a book
that was constantly in my hand,
you couldn't prise it from me
as I sought to glean words and meaning from the world around me.
Second prompt: losing yourself
When I lost myself
it was not because I was trying so hard to be something I was not,
but rather something that I thought I should be.
No one explicitly told me,
You must do this,
This is how it should be;
I drifted along,
following the pull of the tide
but always a bit asklant,
never quite sure,
if this was the way it was supposed to go.
And I lost myself, somewhere in the ebb and flow of the world.
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