One Day at a Time

To voice something into the air out loud is sometimes a scary thing. I make plans in my head. Sometimes I whisper them in the middle of the night. Sometimes I pray them to God seeking his confirmation. But saying them out loud for all to hear? There is accountability in that. I feel I need to be responsible to my word. How many plans have I made that went by the wayside?

My writing is challenging for me. Words come in the empty times. Sometimes in the middle of the night. Many times I say, “okay, I’m done. I have nothing else to say.” I walk away. But then, at the most unlikely times, something creeps into my head. Is it real poetry? I haven’t a clue. Is my prose grammatically correct or succinct in its deliverance? Beats me.

My plan right now is to keep writing. I write poetry for dVerse and appreciate what others give. I learn from them and offer what little I have. I write prose and focus on the subject of hope, using biblical applications and personal experiences. I am sorting through the poems at present to put some in a book, not a published one, for that is too pricey, but a keepsake. For now, that’s all I have.

A snowflake falls still
Knows not how many follow
Bulbs silently grow

dVersepoetspub.com prompt – A haibun about my plans for writing. I looked at this prompt earlier, and as every other time, I said to myself, Nope. Can’t do it. Oh well, here it is!