POEMS on X: Another Day
2024 Poetry Challenge on X
Finding Time to Write in the Margins - Part 1
Have you ever thought you could write more if you had a deadline?
I have.
And do. This October I set a goal to write two new poems each month.
I have found that X, formerly our Twitter tweets, have now become one of favorite ways to relax and combine a visual with a fresh, never been posted, written on the spur of the moment, inspired by a writing prompt, poem.
I hope you’ll join me there and try next week’s writing word prompt.
You can find me and follow me on X at this link below.
Another Day
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Will my sorrow drip like endless tears
Or melt in the mud of my yesterdays?
I strap my hours with longing
To brave another day—
A fresh chance to make amends—
Hushing trembling fragments
From a troubling dream last night.
I clutch the joy of living
To breathe another day—
A moment on a tightrope—
Not flailing steps ahead
In uncertainty and fear.
I pace the time with promise
To thrive another day—
A chapter on my journey—
Where hope perseveres
Like love from the heart of God.
Will healing tears will mend my yesterdays
As I walk this path tomorrow?
Falling in Love with Iowa each Fall
Poetry on X - November, 2024
Falling in Love with lowa
Iowa seasons surge into waves
Of vibrant flaming colors-
A tapestry of golds and greens
Crimson fiery red and shades of brown
And a golden glow glimmers
Behind each turning tree.
Iowa hears the changing season sing
With simple sounds-leaves crunch under foot
Tractors plow the welcome earth
And the State Fair vendors shout-
Celebration hopes for next year's prize.
lowa boasts a holiday harvest
Of favorite tastes.
Yellow maize and sunshine squash
Berry pies and minced meat treats
And pumpkin-orange warmth
In a cup of caramel roasted coffee.
My Iowa feels like home
In every single way
Especially in the Fall.
Check out other poems on my PROSE & POETRY page.
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THANKS FOR READING.
Patricia Tiffany Morris