In response to Writing 101 assignment day two: As this a writing exercise, I decided it would be prudent to change my writing skills on their head, and just to make it really different for myself and everyone, I’ve lost my head completely and added a photo of a Double Delight rose, which I grew myself, for aesthetic purposes (I don’t even know myself today!).
I like the world around me, and,
the colours bursting through a poem
my mother’s cat reminds me of
a childhood and a home
I’ve lost my way and cannot find,
my way around for long,
please tell me why the anguish builds
and makes me sing my song
I’ve learned and
in my capricious life
this is the way I’m thinking now
that gets me into strife!