Powder
Some days I feel like powder
Breaking
Crushed to dust
A drop of rain
A gentle breeze
Could make me disappear.
Some days I feel like powder
Fleeting
Chalk on board
A written thought
A lesson learned
All gone with just a wipe.
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I’m not really sure where in my brain this came from. I was standing outside, sipping my coffee, watching the day break. Cloudy and gray, but I wasn’t feeling sad or even feeling anything in particular.
I tried to add a few more verses to include some positive thoughts, but I couldn’t seem to make them work. Those lines felt out of place.
When a poem wants to be born from your imagination there is no choice but to let it happen.
Thanks for reading!
~ Tami
* Images from pixaby.com
Tanglewood Tapestry 
I like it. I can see why more positive thoughts didn’t work with what you already had.
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Thank you Kate. I was worried that it felt too sad and heavy, but sometimes emotions are sad and heavy and need to be acknowledged as such. 🙂
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I think depending on your mood you would read this differently. Which is a good thing because it’s very calming either way and I think it’s quite relatable. Good job 🙂
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Thanks Rebecca!! Hmmm interesting. I felt a little sad after I wrote it. My husband read it and got very concerned about me. LOL I’ll have to come back to it in a few weeks and read it again to see if it feels different.
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LOL oh no are you going off to a padded room? I’ll miss you 😅😅 when we read poetry we read it in our own way, it’s how we create our own perceptions of a character in a book. It’s kind of like having a freedom of speech but in writing. We connect ourselves to words because if people can’t understand us then atleast in a strange way poetry and stories can.
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Ha! A padded room sounds comfy – wall to wall napping spots!!
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Tami! you’ve done it! Terrific images – and the language. I don’t think it needs anything more – I think right where it is is all that’s needed, you don’t want to dilute it with other thoughts. “A drop of rain/A gentle breeze/Could make me disappear.” – yeah. I can see this in my mind’s eye, and it is powerful! Kudos!
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Thank you so much Theresa!! You have no idea how much your comment means to me! I really admire you as an author/poet so a compliment from you is really appreciated. I think I don’t have enough confidence yet to hear that ‘inner poet voice’ say that’s enough don’t add another word. 🙂
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Yes, I know what you mean about the “not a real poet” feeling. But truly, your phrases were wonderful. Clear images, but yet the language was unusual!
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I love this! Can definitely relate to it. Nicely penned!
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Thank you so much. 🙂
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