Closing in


Stream of Consciousness Saturday is a blog hop hosted by Linda G. Hill. Thank you for hosting such a unique blog hop.

This week’s topic is “clo”.


I feel like this is a jeopardy category. (no offense…)

I am a fan of poetry. So I’ve written a poem for you. I used to write poetry in high school. Later, I discovered that I don’t really have the patience to read a whole book of poetry. I pick and choose. Because it really does take a vast amount of patience to actually understand what you’re reading. It’s more fun to understand the meaning, otherwise it’s pointless to sit and read. Some poetry doesn’t have any meaning and if you ask the poet what he or she meant, they’ll laugh at you like, I have no idea….so annoying.

That said, I still like writing poetry. But It takes so much time. Funny, writing a novel takes so much longer. Ah well…

Closing in

Closing in on thirty

is like riding into the sunset

your life has been grand, wonderful, amazing,

thus far,

or maybe it hasn’t; maybe it’s been a day (a life)

full of trials, of shootouts, of scrounging for sustenance

for acceptance, for peace

maybe the day had been harrowing, but you’ve succeeded

you’ve made it this far, and you’re riding into a beautiful,

gorgeous sunset, like watching God’s angels paint the sky

and only after dusk has fallen, bathing the trail in a deep purple hue,

only as it fades both gradually and all at once

do you realize that you’re about to embark on a terrifying night ride

into the unknown

As per the rules of this unique blog hop, I wrote this without editing in about 5 minutes ish…

Once, I did that same thing in high school, for an English assignment. I busted out a poem in about 15 minutes, and all my classmates were shocked and amazed and the teacher even read it in front of the class. Okay, sorry, don’t mean to brag 🙂

Happy reading 🙂

  1. herheadache

    December 13, 2015 at 2:26 am

    I pick and choose too, but although I will probably never love poetry best out of all writing, I have my favourite poems. I can write one, when I am not trying.
    Nice job. I turned 30 a few years ago and I panicked a little at the thought.
    Reading your poem made me think about it all, as I will soon turn 32 years old.

  2. dalecooper57

    December 14, 2015 at 8:55 am

    Ha! Just wait until you’re approaching fifty, that’ll give you inspiration for a whole book of poetry.

    1. authorswilliams

      December 15, 2015 at 12:01 am

      Oh, I am sure 🙂 Poetry is hard for me to write without being inspired. That’s why I prefer novel writing (currently anyway) because it’s easier to plan to write and I have a million – ok not a million – story ideas that I can play around with until I find something that works. Poetry is more fragile, more intricate, and you’d think all of life’s experiences would be inspiring, but often it’s the mundane things that inspire. Finding a way to capture the birth of a child eloquently is very difficult actually, without saying so many cliche things that have already been said. But I suppose that’s ok to write clique sometimes

      1. dalecooper57

        December 15, 2015 at 7:48 am

        Cliches only exist because they’re true. There are always new ways to write them down.
        My forte appears to be short(ish) stories, but not too much planning seems to go into them.

  3. D. Wallace Peach

    December 14, 2015 at 7:52 pm

    Or wait until you’re approaching 60 and still feel happy and young at heart! Don’t let anyone tell you it’s over at 30, it’s still getting better. 😀 😀

    1. authorswilliams

      December 14, 2015 at 11:58 pm

      It’s not that my life is over . It’s that the rest is unknown. No one’s life is ever over until you’re dead lol. I’m at a point in my life (Actually both husband and myself) where we are trying to figure out if what we went to school for meant anything at all. So thinking of taking on a completely different path than the one we initially had planned is daunting

      1. D. Wallace Peach

        December 15, 2015 at 2:28 am

        I understand. It’s almost as if there are too many choices! I went back to school at age 45 for counseling, and then started writing at age 50. It’s fun to think about the journey, but don’t stress. You have time. 🙂

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