The Dead

National Poetry Month officially ended yesterday, but the month proved to be so productive for me that I still have poems left. Knowing that I was expected to produce at least one poem a day forced me to think about my writing even more than I had before. And, believe me, I didn’t know that was possible. Guilt over not being able to write as much as I’d like to always seems to be on my mind, but during this month there was little guilt because I was always listening for the perfect line, the perfect inspiration for a poem; I was much more observant. Every bit of overheard conversation became fodder for my imagination as I looked for ways to mine the material. When I appeared to be doing something else, like driving or teaching, always I was involved in the writing process. Because writing doesn’t begin and doesn’t take place only when I’m sitting before the computer screen or a writing pad.

So, National Poetry Month, was a success for me because I now have new material for future poetry projects. And because I learned that even when I’m not writing, I’m still writing.

I don’t plan to let my momentum decrease and, hopefully, neither do you. Happy Friday! And have a wonderfully productive weekend :-).

Today’s poem:

The Dead

We wake up
in fresh leaves
on roads
narrow and crooked.
We wait.
We listen.
There is nothing
the dead.

Peace & Love,



About Rosalind Guy

I'm broken & my soul is weary/ my weary soul rebels, fights/ anything & anyone who tries to heal me/I beat my head against a wall of memories/ trying hard to break free from the chain of memories/ I can only be free by saying it so/ i weave a necklace from words and finally/ I find freedom/ free free free. As you can see, words are powerful to me. As Maya Angelou said, words are wallpaper of the soul. I have lots of nightmarish memories that threaten to break me, but I learned a long time ago about the power of words. They can be used to heal and destroy anything that threatens to destroy the person. Words coupled with love have the power to save and heal. I am author of three books: Skinny Dipping in the Pool of Womanhood, Tattered Butterfly Wings, and Blues of a Love Junkie. I am a high school English teacher. I am a former reporter. I am a mother. I am a woman. I am a fierce advocate for those who cannot speak for themselves, those who's voices go unheard. Check out my Amazon author page at the following link:
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