It's day 4 of April's #hiveblopomo, and I'm pleased to announce I'm 4 for 4! feelsgoodman.mp3
When I started writing, I was a poet, funneling all of my teenage angst into rhyming stanzas. I've been reading some of them lately, and I can see now how I worked out a lot of my feelings by writing poetry. Getting lines down is therapeutic. I went on to do the same in my fiction writing, but something has been nagging me to write some poems again lately.
I saw that the Blockchain Poet's prompt for this week was 'Carefree" so I'm going to take a whack at it! This prompt makes me think of my daughter, so this one's for her. 😊
Every second that you dance to your own songs
Afraid of the dark, but not talking to strangers
You live your life, carefree
You hate photos when I want them
yet steal my phone and take your own
Your expression doesn't belong to me
Crayons on the page don't go inside lines
You taught me that, carefree
On Halloween you don't want to wear your costume
You say the hood itches and unicorns aren't real
Who told you that?
I just want you to stay with me
Where elves lives in our garden, and the sun chases the moon
Please don't be in a rush to be...
Grown up
My darling, you say things you shouldn't at times
both shockingly good and frighteningly bad
You almost made a lady fight me at the supermarket
and then we both laughed about it, carefree
You are the chaos that makes my life sublime
the girl who asks me, repeatedly, for a 3-legged dog
Because you think you'd be great at loving one
The one who hugs a homeless man, he looks at me in worry
But I don't care. They share a hug
He called her a golden angel, and when we walked away, she said
Do you think he could live with us?
Carefree.
This photo is my own, taken on that memorable Halloween night. Thea turns 5 in a few days, and I'm a bit of a mess about it. This poem helped me write some of that out. Thanks for the prompt BC Poets! 💕