I apologize as it has been a long time since I posted any poetry here. To add a little inspiration for myself, I decided to write short poems based on drawings I did last month for Inktober. It is turning out to be quite fun, so I hope you enjoy them The first poem is based off of the word “poisonous”
Her body sprawled on the jungle floor. Her legs turned black and blue. The snake… slithered away.
Here is another poem I wrote for “poisonous”
Carpet soaked with red wine, she lay motionless on the floor, broken glass scattered by her side.
Here lies cigarettes and bottle caps in dirt lot with stories untold
This Saturday, I participated in the Hayward City Clean Up volunteer day and was assigned a certain street to pick up trash. It was a rewarding experience to contribute to improving the city. I was surprised to see so many cigarette butts littered on sections of the street (especially near certain apartment complexes). At the corner of an empty dirt lot, we found a lot of cigarette butts and bottle caps. While I am not supportive of smoking, drinking or littering, I do wonder who these people are. Why do they smoke and why do they drink? Is it for fun, to relieve stress or to drown out their sorrows? Did they drink and smoke alone, or in a group? What is their life story? Cleaning up trash is a reactive approach to beautifying the city. Over time, it may provide a healthier neighborhood. However, what is the root cause of the problem? What can we do to be more proactive to prevent this type of litter from happening in the first place? Everyone’s story is worth hearing.
A quiet morning curled up on the recliner reading a good book
After a week of constant meetings and deadlines, it was a blessing to hold a physical, tangible book to escape to a time before modern day technology and all of the noise, chatter and distractions that come with it. Sometimes you just need to slow down in order to catch up 🙂