Some Bad Poetry, Because I’ve Been Busy

Hello, lovely writers!  Happy New Year – I hope you’re all having a wonderful January, and staying warm!  (Or staying cool, if you live in a currently-summer location.)

It’s been the holidays, as you all know.  Which for me, meant road trips and presents and family time and not a lot of working on my novel. 

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But now, I’m home, I’m recovered from being under the weather, and I’m ready to write.

I’m planning on grabbing my laptop and my Starbucks giftcard, and spending tomorrow with my novel and a Venti Mocha Latte.  To be fair, it is okay to not write for a while.  But, at the same time, I really want to be writing.  Which is good.

I know I’m a writer because not-writing feels wrong.

Anyways, in my free time, I’ve discovered that I really quite like writing poetry.

Mind you, I don’t claim to be a poet.  I’m a novelist.  I don’t write good poetry.  But there’s actually a lot of freedom in allowing yourself to write bad poetry, and it’s a lot easier to finish a poem and feel satisfied than it is to finish, say, a novel.

So, thanks for sticking around when I’ve been MIA for a while, and I’ll see you soon with more writerly content.

And until then, here are some mediocre poems by someone who is not a poet.

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