i need to get back into writing poetry... i miss the feeling of words flowing from my brain, down my arm, out my fingers, and across the page...

how about i make the effort to write

one

poem while on break? i have time... and i know i have plenty of ideas...

so for the sake of old times, how about i post one of my older poems...

2/28/08

Late afternoon sunshine

yet the icy air fills my lungs

hair tumbling over my shoulders

Walking

head down

ice crunches beneath my sneakers

hands in pockets

eyes blinded by the golden sun

frayed jeans and worn sweatshirt clothe me

Thinking and ready

for new experiences

This dead season

leaves me feeling empty and lonely

like the branches on oak trees

My face is warmed by the sun

My soul is chilled by the wind

i walk

on and on

thinking and wanting more

knowing there is a purpose

All i need is to look up

breathe

and talk to the One

Who created me

The One who is writing

my love story

my life story

He includes the funny moments

empty moments

quiet times

my failures

and

successes

i am never alone

i have a best friend with me

every moment of the day

and night

Someone to talk to

Someone to thank for life

Sunshine makes me blink

pierces my gloom

fills my view

all i can see are rays of golden

bright

afternoon

sunshine

a fresh feeling of hope

melting through my cold soul

seeping into my heart

filling me with warmth

leaving my past like the pages in a book

i'm ready to follow the path He has for me