Recently I did some deep cleaning, and I found yet another creative writing book. This one actually had some excersizes I liked, and I thought I should get out of my comfort zone and write a few poems!
Poetry is......
Poetry is the golden blue sky that ripples softly.
Poetry is the glowing earthshine of Friday before summer starts.
Poetry is the bright North Star, shinig through the midnight lightning.
Poetry is the past, like a hidden nova, crawling from the depth of worry.
Poetry is my heart, staggering from the line of fire from people's judgement.
Poetry is my imagination, soaring from the ruins and hardship to begin anew.