The prompt for today's poetry challenge was to write a 12-bar blues poem. After reading the short description and samples as well as doing a bit of Googling I'm still not sure if I did it right! It was a challenge to write as I've never written this style or genre.. I think if I had more time I might have been able to do a bit better, but it was still fun to try!
I've already missed a couple of days of the poetry challenge. I'm discovering that as with meditation any discipline takes determination and practice. Creative writing is no exception. With spontaneous events continually arising in life it's easy to sweep personal goals and practices under our proverbial rug but when one finds they have gotten off routine it's essential to just keep going and pick up where you left off. So...that's what I'm doing today! Hope you enjoy!
Comments are always appreciated. Thank you!
I've already missed a couple of days of the poetry challenge. I'm discovering that as with meditation any discipline takes determination and practice. Creative writing is no exception. With spontaneous events continually arising in life it's easy to sweep personal goals and practices under our proverbial rug but when one finds they have gotten off routine it's essential to just keep going and pick up where you left off. So...that's what I'm doing today! Hope you enjoy!
Comments are always appreciated. Thank you!
At Sun's rising my dreams got up and flew away.
At Sun's rising my dreams did go and fly away.
No Stopping that old truck from going on its way.At Sun's rising my dreams did go and fly away.
Sadness, so thirsty, kissed my face and drank my tears.
Sadness, so thirsty, kissed my face and drank my tears.
If only she'd come and drink away those wasted years.
The door won't be singing here at night no more
The door won't be singing here at night no more
My baby's gone, won't be back, he's left my soul poor.
A stranger's in the mirror I have to get rid of
A stranger's in the mirror I have to get rid of
Mournful sight, sad sad plight, no help from above.
My baby's gone, won't be back, he's left my soul poor.
A stranger's in the mirror I have to get rid of
A stranger's in the mirror I have to get rid of
Mournful sight, sad sad plight, no help from above.
Filling my empty well with wine overflowing
Filling my empty well with wine overflowing
Going to leave this hell behind, gotta get going.