Sometimes you just need to stretch…

those creative muscles. Sometimes you get stuck in a rhythm that stifles you.

I find that doing something completely different, on the fly, can help you burst past any blocks or troubling moments you may have.

Sometimes I paint. Sometimes I draw. But mostly I take a stab at Poetry. I don’t consider myself a poet, but I like to try.

Tonight I took a handful of words from my box of words (see this post) and spread them out and started writing. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to write about. I had been thinking about a particular person this past week and it seemed the poem took a hold of those feelings and draw them out of me. But one phrase stuck out to me: A proper goodbye. And that’s where I started.

My poem


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