I don't think I'd ever have it in me to be a spoken word artist, and although I've put poetry on the back burner to develop my novel writing skills, I still love to write it. There's a certain joy in sitting down and pouring a part of your soul into something that is only ten lines long. There's a special joy in letting someone know that you know exactly how they feel.
I want to share with you a poem of mine. It's unpublished anywhere else, so you saw it here first. I must have rewritten it and tweaked it about a thousand times, but I'm finally happy with it. (Though I changed the title slightly upon posting LOL)
Grey black butterflies
float on a breeze.
Dancing in the wind
they hover in the trees.
Sun kissed wings
over sea and hill and dale,
with sweet serenity everlasting,
a beauty that will never pale.
Like bittersweet memories,
with distance they fade.
A scattering of ashes
remembered as a butterfly parade.
If you'd be interested in reading some of my published poetry, visit this list of my work.