I sat down yesterday and looked through all the tiny poems I’ve written this year, over three-hundred so far. It was a funny moment.
I posted them all with full confidence, feeling that they were good, possibly even good in a better than average sort of way. And then I never looked at them again.
So going back to the beginning and reading them through in order, I was surprised to see how many of them I didn’t like anymore, how many of them I would never post today if I were to write them for the first time again.
Life is funny like that. I could say the same thing about the people I’ve fallen madly in love with and a number of other things too.
But anyway, now knowing that I might not like any of this week’s poems in a year, I’ll post them anyway. Just to continue what I’ve started, and to continue trying to grow as a writer. And also because, I did find a handful of poems that I still felt were really good.
So, to uncover the hidden gems, I’ll keep up the daily digging and weekly posting.
(1)
the last autumn leaf
so brilliant and brittle
under a grey sky
(2)
is it raining now
the sun was just shining
are we fighting again
(3)
no sun to warm me
I cup my hands around
a yuzu in the bath
(4)
the air today
a hint of snow spiced with
wood burning stove
(5)
gathered in corners
what is it they talk about
fallen leaves
(6)
is it you
or my image of you
I’ve fallen for
(7)
peering through the fog
on this monochrome morning
pink camellia
As always, thank you for reading.