My 8 year old daughter and I recently had a discussion about poetry. She said "I like your poems but most of them don't rhyme." I explained to her that poetry does not have to rhyme.
She concluded "even if it doesn't have to, it should."
I seldom write poetry that rhymes... usually the words, thoughts and feelings don't come to me in that form. However, for today's post, I put on my rhyming cap just because my daughter said I "should."
The word this week is OAK. As always, I pray you will relax, reflect and enjoy...
me under a tree
Copyright 2012
laying a blanket
underneath the tree
resting my body
enjoying the breeze
birds provide the soundtrack
as i reminisce and think back
to the moment when you walked away
even though you promised you would never stray
you left me broken and confused
feeling worn, beat down and used
looking in the mirror at a woman i no longer recognize
months ago i never would have believed you would be the cause of my demise
call me stupid or maybe just completely naive
desiring a man that was never purposed for me
now i found myself under this tree
a fragment of the woman i used to be
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