A Month of Hunting
A barren wasteland stretches before me
Tauntingly white
I straighten my shoulders
Gather my breath
And place fingers on keys
I plunge forward grabbing
inspiration by the tail, the horns, the flank
Sinking my teeth deep
2 weeks down
2 weeks to go

I’d love to see the efforts of your poem in the comments below! I understand that these are first drafts and I hope you offer my humble words the same grace!
Remember, Keep Showing Up!
Oh I love the picture of determination this paints with unexpected imagery!!!
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Thank you 🙂 🙂
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Yes! I love this poem – inspiration sometimes isn’t around but we must write anyways ❤ I loved these lines : "
A barren wasteland stretches before me
Tauntingly white"
❤
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