I began writing this morning, and ended up with four small snippets of poetry. I think of them as “snippets” because they often get reworked into longer poems. Or, sometimes they work best as little snippets, and are left as such. Here, I will share one with you now:
I lie in state, adorned with black dahlias and burgundy roses. Whispers of sorrow and regret fill the air. The room smells of flowers with just a slight hint of decay. Save your tears; this is the happiest I’ve ever been.
©2024 by Twisted Libra
Like I said, this is just a start. I plan to go back to this one and add more. This is how many of my longer poems begin. I have an idea, I jot down a few lines, and later I go back with a fresh view and write until I feel it is complete. I’m the queen of revision, but sometimes I drive myself mad attempting to reach a level of perfection that possibly doesn’t exist. A good friend told me once, “Just take a deep breath and let the damn thing go.” She was right. An artist is never truly satisfied.
I am also tempted to publish another collection of dark poetry. I love to create poetry; far more than writing short stories, if I’m honest. We’ll see. I am always creating, so who knows where it will take me? Until then, feel free to check out my previous works:
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Until next time…
Dancing Among the Remains 