I've taken up a challenge. Often times, Tri will read through my drafts on here and then she will quite deliberately look at me as if I'm a few screws loose or a box of crayons short one crayon. "April, you really ought to post some of these. Why do you hide your best work from the world?"
I never really answer that question, (and she knows I probably never will) but I will share one of these poems she seems to think are really good with its original date just above - so you can see when I originally wrote it. It's just a short poem, not much really, but it seems complete just the way it is I think. Anyway, Here's to learning to trust that which is inside of me.
December 8, 2009 11:09 am
eyes meet and
pulled closer they came
to one another.
She remembered thinking,
my god- He's beautiful.
And she wanted to say it out loud,
but her voice died in her throat.