Trying

  The urge to write has hit. It actually started last year with random phrases of spoken word poetry running through my mind pre-work out at the YMCA. I jotted some of the better ones down.

 A few weeks later a friend told me they felt writing would be a part of 2018. Another friend said a similar thing a few months later. Two other friends have started writing their books now in 2019.

 There are so many voices out there it's rather daunting to begin. The nudge was there again earlier this week so here I am...trying. Easing in and testing the waters. I'll start off with one of last year's offerings.

Poem #1

profane the holy halls of comfort

with sacred words

that scorch souls and set them burning

Transcendent One who tickles time and minds with mirth

come breathe on us again the burning breath of love

catch us up in your deep kindness

and spit us back into the darkness

burning embers of compassion

aflame

afire

with your desire

for sons and daughters

                                                                                    Feb. 17/2018