Sevenling (Why?)
Why do I write?
Why do I exercise?
Why do I pray?
Why do I binge on Netflix?
Why do I scroll on Facebook?
Why do I eat too much?
Could it all be for the same reason?
Connie Peters' poems in progress
Sevenling (Why?)
Why do I write?
Why do I exercise?
Why do I pray?
Why do I binge on Netflix?
Why do I scroll on Facebook?
Why do I eat too much?
Could it all be for the same reason?
Early, dark
Scrape windshield
Forested mountain
Rambunctious children
Some income
Love nature
Best friend
Perspective
She is such a snob
Only talks to ones she knows
Such an unfriendly person
Introduce myself?
I hate this awkward shyness
Part of the reason I write
Fizzled
Roiling emotions at his words,
They seemed like simply gibberish.
Completely crazy and absurd!
Beneath gnarled branches of the apple
tree,
He kneeled before her with a diamond
ring.
The expression on her face, could he
see?
She declined with the phrase, “Well,
here’s the thing.”
Spring days of kites and giggling kids
Dandelions, bubbles, and wind
Squinting and sneezing at the sun
Breathing rain-washed breezes
Gibberish
Mysterious
Bubble and fuss
Intricate dust
Add in some grace
Dandelion
Rolling on fine
Squint at the time
Setting the pace
Indigo storms
Fitting the forms
Gibberish norms
Try saving face
Crystal in thought
Radiant lot
Gnarled but not taut
Ending in place