Today’s blog post comes to you from my left hand, as I’ve injured my right one and currently can’t type with it. I’m not sure what I did—I woke up the other day and it hurt. It looks like I’m taking a little writing hiatus! I’m not too bothered. There are a few untouched books on the shelf, and reading always inspires me anyway.
This week’s post is my contribution to the Insecure Writer’s Support Group. IWSG is a
group community founded by the wonderfully
supportive Alex J. Cavanaugh.
Its focus is to give writers an outlet within a community that understands
their troubles, fears and doubts. Writers in the group either post about their
woes or, if they have none, actively encourage others and help them through
trying times. Since a.) I already vented last week, and b.) am having type-ical
difficulties, I’m copy/pasting a poem I wrote a while back. I hope it helps you
recognize what great people you all are.
Everyone is someone in someone else’s eyes.
That’s why I pride myself in saying you’re a prize!
And if you don’t feel capable or able to satisfy,
Allow these rhymes to sway your mind
And delight in what you find!
To a someone out there watching, friend,
You are a mackerel sky.
Floating aloft, your pinks and golds
Swirl about and fly
In a magnificent battle of color,
Each one trying to shine
The brightest of them all. My friend:
Amid this vibrant string of clouds,
You alone transcend.
To someone out there listening,
You are the ebb and tide.
Your gentle waves awake bare feet,
You, so blue and green and wide.
And open to the world, your ears,
They’ll hear each playful laugh
As your distant hues reflect rolling hills
Of happiness relaxed.
To someone out there with a nose
For all that’s scented sweet,
You are the earthen flowers rising
Up to meet our feet.
You caress us with your petals,
White and red and pink and blue.
A rainbow of perfection,
You’re the scent that remains true.
To someone with exceptional taste
You’re the friend to befriend without haste!
And keeping in mind touch, as well,
You’re the someone with a velvet shell.
So when you’re feeling all alone and
Your thoughts won’t come to rest,
Just come back to your senses, friend;
To someone, you’re the best.
By the way—thanks for all of the cheering on and support last week. It’s amazing, how much your kind words cheered me up. You’re a great gang and if there’s ever anything I can do (even if it’s just listening) you let me know. Stay classy, blogosphere!
Sixty percent of the time, I post every time.