The last of a tweaked poem. From a time in my life when I was at a crossroads.
Let’s Read a Love Story
A new relationship; a new chapter
A story to read through.
But how long will it take to peruse?
A day, a week, a month, or even a year?
Who can tell, but me and the story.
Turn the page,
not knowing what will come
and not being able to wait.
But not sure you really want to know.
Happy one minute
Sad the next
Wishing you could change the words.
Waiting to see what happens,
and turning the page to find out.
This is the last of my tweaked poems. Next week brings me to take pen to paper (poems just have to be done that way for this gal), cross out, rewrite, cross out, crumple up, start over, scribble, cross off, read aloud, rewrite and hopefully craft something along the way. Probably my biggest challenge to date for this writing journey.