Flights from the Aerie

Recently I've been writing poetry. A shock, I know. You never would have guessed, right? It's not like I've put up three poems since restarting this blog and declared my absolute and adoring love for National Poetry Month. Assuming I've been writing poetry would be preposterous. Mind readers, I salute you. In all honesty, I never used to write poetry. And if you do happen to stumble across a poem from my childhood, there is a 99.999% chance I will shriek and cry and maybe throw it into the nearest ocean because I hate it and just thinking about it makes me want to crawl under a table. I stand the other .0007% for nostalgia's sake and .0003% because I maybe possibly actually stumbled across something good (???) But the interesting thing I've noticed recently is that even when I was writing novels, I was never that far off from poetry before. Cue research because I'm a nerd. In professional terminology, my style of writing falls under the label o...

Seeing as April is National Poetry Month, I've decided to dedicate the remaining 18 days of blogging this month to poems I've written. I probably won't post every day, but when I do, the majority will be poems. If it ends up working nicely I might continue to pick a topic each month and focus my posting around that. We'll see.  (And yes, I know this is my fourth post in as many days. I'll slow down soon, probably XD) Cloudy today The weatherman would say Of me Of my mind Clouded haze Foggy thoughts Like wading through the humid day When It’s supposed to rain From all accounts But the clouds Are huffy And say They’ll take the 12% Chance of a light breeze from the nothwest Chance of seeing someone you like Chance of meatballs For dinner (for eight hundred, Alex) It might clear up tomorrow He’d continue, Scratching an itch on his neck Smiling for the cameras Becau...