Poetic Path

POETIC PATH

My poetic journey is nearing its seventh year mark. It began as my fingers walked over the keyboard, composing the first entry on my shiny new blog. I was surprised more than anyone when what my eyes saw forming on the screen was more like poetry than prose. I suppose the poetic words that danced in my head as a child were always there inside, but decades of dormancy were ended that day (as I sat with my laptop in a waiting room for jurors). My words have since Whirl’d me on a poetic path through gardens and cyber pubs, down poetic streets and back again. And I will be forever grateful for the friends (nay, family) I’ve met along the way.

celebrating words
by writing even more words ~
my poetry blooms

2017-10-13
P. Wanken

 Shared at Poems of Garden Gnomes

Friday the 13th – A Sijo

For the superstitious, Friday the thirteenth is oft feared.
However, many feel it is just another day of the month.
Me: Friday the thirteenth is better than Monday anything.

2017-10-13
P. Wanken

 Shared at Poems of Garden Gnomes.

Work To Live

WORK TO LIVE

Each day spent here on the seventh floor, surrounded by paper and pens, it’s only my mind that wanders on a journey, past my potted plant and kitty tchotchkes, while my derriere stays firmly planted in a chair. Through the window I wander past the empty corner office across from me (one floor down) and out into the sun-filled street below to the adventures that await.

the places I could go
were it not for the job I need
to pay for it

2017-10-11
P. Wanken

 Shared at Poems of Garden Gnomes