From the Daily Prompt – Opposite Day.
What would the opposite be of the usual offerings here? Most often, you will find flash fiction (a relatively new endeavor for me) or an entry regarding some kind of spiritual aspect/direction/query about life in general.
Mulling it over, it would be easy to share a photo. But I don’t want to do that…I want a challenge today. So I will attempt to knock up a piece of poetry. Not my forte; I feel my poetry (much like my writing) is juvenile and often what I visualize in my head, translates very differently in writing. So, here goes:
Like a thin veneer
Sheeting wide across the mind
Withholding tantalous words
And phrases, thoughts.
It’s all there, though squinted
What will it take for the first sliver
to breathe through the sheet?
For the first magnificent expression
to slip through for me?
Then a burst, a torrent
I shall bathe in the wordfall
And squirrel my pen
And write, write, write.
Thank you, come again.