Poetry soothes my soul with its directness and metaphors. It is a friendly creature, but changes it form, consistency, just like water. I have not written a poem in some time, it feels, so here is one today. (I forgot to include Saturday and Sunday plans in my writing schedule. Oops!)
There is no special
way, to find your forever.
It happens when it’s
Time. No more, no less.
Be yourself, be patient, and
the one will find you.
Throw out lines, baited,
if you must, but don’t forget
chasing love scares it.
It is timid and
slow to eat from the hand
it is offered, friend.
Something that you feel will find its own form. ~ Jack Kerouac
Kember's Journey 