Sunday Poser #48

Sadje is asking this question: Are you excited about tomorrow or worried?

I am also more of an optimist so I choose to think about all of the things that are coming and all the positives. I do worry a lot but realize that my worries are sometimes just ideas I have put into my own head without any real reason. On a bad day I feel like I would like to hurry to the next day, just to have a better day. Overall, I voice my worries and concerns but know that tomorrow is a new day.

Sunday Poser #45

***Just realized this is the wrong week!***

Sadje is asking this question: Why do you blog?

I originally started blogging because I thought it would be a good place to connect with people, find people with similar interests, and share my knowledge.
I continue to blog because I have come to love the community and all the people I know, as well as loving the writing that I produce here and read here. I feel like I have made some “friends” from around the world and I really have learned so much. I found that there is quite a lot of poetry that I enjoy and many styles are new to me. I love challenges and prompts. One reason also is I love the feedback I get from my writing. Sometimes when you put time into your writing it is nice to see that someone else believes it is a job well done.

The Sunday Whirl: 10/03/2021

The Concert

Feeling quite frozen and nearly lost in this space

reluctantly leaving the comforts of a known place

Peering around for solace away from the crowd

Pulling his hat down since the venue was loud

He thought it quite lame to sit here and wallow

cramming down popcorn barely able to swallow

He pulls out his ticket to check for the date

Thinking maybe the show was just running quite late

He used to be patient and quiet and kind

Never the type to avenge a brilliant mind

But sitting for this long amongst noises and such

Made him remember why he disliked people so much

So he gets out his walking stick, set by his seat

Asking the near neighbors to tuck in their feet

Moves right along the row reserved just for him

Deciding a concert was a foolhardy whim.

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