Try It Tuesday #3

I suppose this Try It Tuesday could also pass for a Focus Friday, but in actuality, it’s a form of writing that I never ever do.

Yes, folks. I am trying my hand at poetry.

Now, I was always more of a prose girl. Thus, not being much of a poetry aficionado, I don’t necessarily know what good poetry looks like, or how to even properly punctuate the sucker. Aside from Robert Frost, I can’t really quote many poets. To me, a “good” poem is a rhyming one, which makes me a terrible barometer of a poem’s true value. But I believe everyone deserves a shot at art in all its forms, so why not me? Gotta start somewhere, right?

I hope you enjoy my Try It Tuesday poetry experiment. Heck, maybe you’ll find some meaning in my humble little attempt. Maybe not. But regardless, here it is in all its flawed glory. And you know what? I’m glad I tried it.

OK, admittedly, I’m more nervous to share this with you than anything I’ve written so far. But here goes nothing.

THE SHORE

breathless now so near the waves

alone but for the setting sun

shadows to their watery graves

the night has only just begun

a year so short, a year so long

reflections now upon this sand

those weeks of tears and months of song

all swept like sea salt from my hand

memories like the wind’s caress

soon gone but never quite forgot

the waning moon seems in duress

much like the laughter love begot

but standing tall atop this beach

a feeling seldom felt before

with one year closing, one in reach

I’ll find my way beyond the shore

Until next time,

JB