My Poetry*

  • My Poetry*,  Random Junk*

    Christmas Letter*

    So. The Hubs and I wrote this a while back, but we just mailed them this week and wanted to give it a few days so people could receive them by mail before I posted it here. So, without any further ado, I give you our 2007 Christmas Letter: Adventures of the Hubster & Wifester* 2007 Edition Merry Christmas! Happy Holidays! …and all words of cheer— We can hardly believe that Christmas is here. We’re writing to you so that you may know, That we’re still alive here in [insert town name here]. * For more than 2 years we’ve enjoyed married bliss, Though our families and friends we do…

  • My Poetry*,  Thoughtful Tuesdays*

    My Own Set of Wings*

    For my “Thoughtful Tuesday” entry this week, I’m going to use a poem I wrote for AKV when I was 14. I wrote it just after we’d left elementary school and had gone to different high schools and were beginning to grow apart. So, this is for her. My Own Set of Wings* We used to share a pair of wings,Attached by a love for similar things.We used to laugh and talk all day,Even when there was nothing to say. We’d eat popcorn and watch movies all night,The next morning we’d be an awful sight!I’ve cried on your shoulder, you’ve cried on mine too–That’s probably what I miss most about…

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    The End of the Dock*

    Okay, so I lied. I actually found my old poem book and there are two poems that I wrote that I actually think are half decent. Most of them are about the love of my life in grade nine… oh DB. What a dreamboat. haha Anyway, I wrote this in 2003, my last summer as a camp counselor. I used to love the evenings when the kids were all entertained and I could steal a few minutes to go be by myself at the end of the dock and watch the sun set in perfect silence. This is what this poem is about. The End of the Dock* The evening…

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    Poetry*

    I used to write a lot. Throughout high school writing was my creative outlet– my way of venting/expressing my emotions and feelings. I don’t know how or why, but I stopped writing and I really miss it. I haven’t really written much in the past 4 years, and many of what I have saved are just very.. high schoolish. There is only one poem I’ve ever written that I am VERY proud of, and once I find the book I put it in, I’ll post it. Anyway, the point is, I’d like to get back into it, and where better to start than a journal. This is one I wrote…