At our monthly writing group meetings, we usually kick off with a ten-minute writing exercise. Sometimes these warrant a share with you 😊. Sometimes they don’t 🤨.
Recently we were shown an image and for some unknown reason, I had the urge to write a short poem about it. I am going to share it. Not because my poetry is worthy enough to be viewed, but because it portrays a sorrow I felt at seeing the picture. Not sure what happened at the end but here goes:
My gallant knight has not shown up. I sit here feeling such a schmuck. My heart is breaking deep inside As I embark on my lonely bus ride. The flowers were my crowning glory Meant to die long before me. But now I wish the air would thicken And my time left here on earth would quicken. Embarrassed before the throng of commuters Or just a few pixels on a computer?