Free Writing

I attended a creative writing group a the VA this afternoon.  The group writes about a particular topic and in a certain style. We share the writing with the rest of the group. Today’s topic was winter and the style was poetry.

I wrote three  haiku and one free form poems.  The experience was interesting and positive.  There’s something different about writing something by hand versus typing it in on a tablet or computer.  Writing is more “real.”  There’s a stronger connection to emotions and brain.  I plan to write physically and then write in the blog.

There are talented veterans in that group.  It was fun to hear what they shared.  My poems have a theme: seeking and struggling through  storms of life.  The group gave support and shared common feelings and thoughts.

My poems are not “good” but they express where I am.  The group isn’t about improving writing but rather a place to share, laugh, and talk.

Winds

Northern winds blowing                                                                                                                     Icy trail the lake frozen.                                                                                                            Peaceful breath I run.

Holidays

A time of sadness                                                                                                                         Holiday celebrations.                                                                                                                       Hope for peace and joy

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Run

If                                                                                                                                                                     I run                                                                                                                                                     through the snow                                                                                                                                     a steep mountain climb                                                                                                                         in icy wilderness                                                                                                                            seeking solitude                                                                                                                                peace

This is unrelated to winter but came to mind.

Socks

Damn ferret running                                                                                                                         away with my brand new socks                                                                                             Stashing in her hoard

Sometimes it’s Not Screaming

Sometimes  they’re silent

Voices silenced by pain and

Suffering.  Scream out!

Hear the loud silence

The voices of the damned to

Loneliness and pain.
It can be too much

Dreaming of never ending sleep

But staying awake