This Child

So, I know I do this a lot, but I just stumbled upon an old poetry assignment from high school… based upon the first Walt Whitman poem I ever read. I thought it was lost, but it was on an old flash-drive I recently dug up. Considering the huge effect that Walt Whitman’s poems haveContinue reading “This Child”

The Choices We Make

I have technically been an adult for 9 years, but in many ways, I feel like I’m not quite there. I sometimes forget that I am the master of my own destiny, the bearer of my own burdens, the navigator on my own stretch of road, and I determine the path, and how to handleContinue reading “The Choices We Make”

Just a Moment…

This week, landscapers came to do some yard work at our house. So, being the occasionally nice human being that I am, I figured I would park my car in the street so they could pull into the driveway, which would hopefully make it easier for them to get their work done. The issue is,Continue reading “Just a Moment…”

Duality

There is a butterfly bush in my backyard. It’s not uncommon to spot little winged friends taking a sip of nectar, or catching a break from the hot sun. The other day, I was looking out the window and spotted two butterflies in the air by the butterfly bush. Both were of decent size, butContinue reading “Duality”

Fly

Another addition for Olde Poetry Monday, this one circa 2009. Please enjoy.   I don’t get why people tell me, “never change.” If I stayed the same, my biggest dream would still be to sprout wings and fly away. It’s cute when you’re five, but I don’t think they have a major for that inContinue reading “Fly”

Fling the Shoe

The mind of a child is an incredible thing. When we were very young, my childhood best friend and I invented a game. We would swing on her swing set, go as high as we could, and fling our shoes off of our feet and send them flying across the yard, and see who couldContinue reading “Fling the Shoe”

Sentimental

Sentimentality – it’s both a blessing, and a curse, when you attach memories to objects. It becomes so difficult to let them go. Or, in some cases, far too easy. I had something mentally and emotionally taxing happen to me in the January of my last year of college. When it happened, I was wearingContinue reading “Sentimental”

Acceptance

A new entry for Old Poetry Friday, brought to you by Angsty Allie from 10th grade! No idea why I wrote this or if it was for an assignment or whatever, but enjoy!   “I don’t think that way… You MUST be wrong.” Must I? I don’t know for sure. But neither do you. StopContinue reading “Acceptance”

Graduation

Graduation season is upon us once again. Caps flying through the air, tassels waving to and fro, and young minds full of dreams ready to take on the world. I faced both graduations – high school and college – with a measured mix of trepidation and excitement. Eagerness for the next chapter, and fear forContinue reading “Graduation”