A Struggle in Poetry


In honour of World Poetry Day (which was yesterday), and the suffocating fog of misery that I spent the past week trying to ignore (which has now finally, thankfully lifted), I wrote a poem. I promise this won’t be a regular thing – poetry is not my strong suit – but it is easy and quick and I’m still feeling a bit fragile, so this will get us over the hump to Friday.

Standing chest-deep in the oceanKnocked back by every wave,She waited.Her face wet with salt waterHer feet anchored in sand, (1)

  1. I love this!! I want to say more but I can’t say anything but I love it.

    1. Oh thanks!

  2. Really good stuff Quinn I feel the emotion in it

    1. Thanks Cory

  3. Well done, Quinn. A poetess in the making? I’m happy that the fog has dissipated and you’re feeling better.

    1. Thanks Rob, I don’t think I’ll be dabbling in poetry again though. Maybe next year when World Poetry Day comes back around!

  4. I think it’s actually pretty good.

    1. Thanks!

  5. Really good poem. Love it!!

    1. Oh thank you!

  6. When I find my poetic muse
    I note that you often choose
    To respond to my posts in rhyme
    So I thought it would be a crime
    For me not to play the game
    And to respond to yours the same
    So now I shall raise a toast
    To your clever poetic post…

    Good poem – do more 🙂

    1. This made me laugh with delight!

      1. As do your poetic responses to mine 🙂

  7. Glad you are feeling a little better, I loved this you should do more!!

    1. Thanks Angela!

  8. That’s a lovely poem Quinn!

  9. I’m not a natural poet, but I can appreciate the breathe and depth of human emotions. The hard difficult times do make us appreciate much more the good and high of joys though, yes? 🙂

  10. Woah! That’s deep, I can really feel the motions

  11. Also I’m glad you’re feeling better, hope all else is well too x

    1. Thanks! Yes feeling much better now! 🙂

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