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.
Because that’s what life is, folks. A series of pages, inside a series of chapters, inside a book that could be a dry read or a page-turner, depending on how we choose to live it.
Last night, I went on a boat tour of the chain of lakes in Winter Park, Florida.
Nothing earth-shattering about a boat, true. I’ve been on plenty of boats. In fact, I love being on the water.
But I’d never been on a boat on these particular lakes, and with these particular women.
I only really knew two of them, and only one well, who happened to invite me on a whim. Some I recognized. Some I didn’t. I was tired and almost backed out of going. I didn’t feel like forcing myself to socialize with people I wasn’t comfortable with after already being drained from a long day of work. Small talk can be exhausting. But, I sucked it up and went.