Life's Continual Flow

I came across this poem recently when we were moving. I had even forgotten about writing this in high school for a creative writing class. I was just developing my love for poetry then. It was nice to remember those days when I reread this. I am reminded of what the teacher of that class told us. She would say "Do not be afraid of the written word. Put your thoughts down on paper. You can edit later. The important thing is to write." That is good advice today, too.

Writing has a way of making me feel whole and complete. I feel like all in my world is right when I write. Wrting is as much a part of me as my right arm. To me, it is just as valuable. I really appreciate that creative writing teacher encouraging me to just write.

The sun rises.

Cockadoodledee

Crows the ebony rooster.

Over jumps a flighty cricket.

A purple anteater

Waters

The flowers.


Young maidens of the rainforest

Taking a repose from life,

Bathe in the river

To lure

Sailorboys nearby.

Their teeth grow like fangs.

Eyes become halved.

Horns squirt out.

And their lovely feminine forms

Take on the appearance

Of a Monster long thought to be

Dead.

Too late for the men of the sea

Trapped in love monsters’

Lair.

The sun sets.

Cockadoodledee

Crows the ebony rooster.

Over jumps a flighty cricket.

A purple anteater

Waters

The flowers.

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