One Poem Every Day, Poetry

Time For Something Different.

Hi everyone! I’ve really been enjoying this journey of one poem every day, it has helped me craft my words as never before.

And I want to thank everyone for the lovely comments and support you’ve given me, y’all are awesome!

This isn’t me finishing this blog at all, and I will still post with regularity. But for now I will not be doing one poem every single day. I have a few personal projects to work on and lots of other things that are keeping me busy.

In other news I am now on fiverr.com, where you can purchase a custom written poem by me, just for you! Check it out!  https://www.fiverr.com/s2/7bcbb709b8 😁

-Zoe 😊

 

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Daily Poem, No. 120 “Lightning” – 13/3/16 (Also, Summer or Winter? Tell me!)

My mum was struck by lightning but I was never scared of storms,

Although everybody seems to love the breeze that summer warms.

I always had a dream, that I would learn to fly,

With thunder above my shoulder and lightning in the sky.

I beg the storm to take me up into the gold and grey,

The wind sings to me so sweetly, till I start to turn away.

I shall walk home through the olive groves and weep, for I’m down here,

While above thunder and lightning dance, there’s not a chance that they can hear.

-zu

Fun fact: my mum really was struck by lightning! Indirectly of course, which is why she survived, with a pretty cool story!  

Also, summer or winter? In this poem I seem to be leaning towards winter but in actuality I love summer best. Which are you? 

One Poem Every Day, Poetry

Keeping the car in a straight line is good,
Don’t want to go to work, but I should.
Will there be biscuits in the shared tin?
No. And so the work day decides to begin.
This isn’t a thoroughly dismal day though,
The cool sun is smiling in a way that I know.
Catch me window hopping, trying to catch,
Each sunny vista, each sunny patch.
In the end it wasn’t hard as it could be,
I scraped it all in, and I’m going home free.
The road dips, curving itself happily,
Along the grassy spaces and past the galaxy.

-zu

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No. 230 “It’s raining questions” 10/9/16

Spasmodic drops of rain delight the kookaburras mood,
Their laughter wakes the earth sodden and subdued.
A raindrop for a question, another pounding ‘why?’,
Softly when it’s pestering, a small wind for a sigh.
From deep and murky stars, rain falls like confetti,
Like a long line of laughing questions running down to the sea.

-zu