I have decided to take part in something called the 52 Project.
A friend recently bought me a book which has 52 poetry prompts; the idea is to write one per week for a year.
The first poem is supposed to be about approaching a new year with optimism. While my writing often errs on the sadder side, I did my best!
One
The past has disappeared down a dirt road
Everything we were and all we could have been gone
To dust.
We must continue through the sandstorm
Of our days in search of clarity and purpose
For all of us need to find the reason we go on
And as a new year comes around
We promise much that we will deliver
And contemplate changes to our worlds.
So roll your sleeves up and start the journey now
Every day a fresh start
Every breath an adventure and a gift so wonderful
We should not forget that our breaths are not promised
But must be earned and used to the full and enjoyed and savoured and remembered
But who remembers us when we are gone?
And is remembrance really needed when each moment comes only once and can be
Enjoyed
Or loathed in equal measure?
And only we can choose which one.
So choose enjoyment. Choose fun. Choose to live with smiles and laughter
So that when you disappear down a dirt road
People want to follow after you.
