Writing Resources from Fifteen Minutes of Fiction

National Poetry Writing Month - Week Four

Sitting on the swing on a sunny day
lean back, kick my legs and start to go high
close eyes and imagine I touch the sky
wishing my troubles will all fly away

swinging, swinging,leaning backwards I lay
as I open my eyes, what do I spy
the source of my conflict is riding by
the blueness of sky now turning to grey

where ever I go you seem to be here
why does it happen? what can I do now?
our ending should have made everything clear
I don't want to see you after our row
you stop and you smile and now you are near
I know that we can sort things out somehow

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