Poetry Writing

Remember Polaroids?

So I woke up this morning after having had a rather sad dream about my mom and Christmas, and this was what kept playing through my head once I was alert enough to become cognizant of the words.


P.S. Make sure to check out my post over at Twisted Writers today. I wrote the beginning of a new story!



By Jesi Scott


How I miss the sweetness of those days,

The summer waves,

And the promises of what could have been

When we

Were filled with possibility.

If only we’d known then.


But came the autumn chill.

There was a way, but we had no will,

Now all is still, and we’re stranded on the shore.

As winter winds begin to blow

And summer’s but a fading photo,

A lost memo, our final encore.



Jesi Kay
Jesi Kay, poet and aspiring novelist, was born in the Texas panhandle where wide skies, lazy summer days, and rolling thunderstorms sparked her imagination and left lasting memories in her blood. An early reader, poetry and mythology were her passions. So much so that when she was ten years old her step-father gave her his college mythology textbooks to read, which were full of classic poetry and more than enough tales to fill her romantic and inquisitive nature. Jesi loves reading, art, going to the theater, the romanticism of the Victorian era (but not the missing conveniences of indoor plumbing and central air conditioning), running when the heat and humidity cooperate, and cold weather so she can wear her favorite boots and knitwear. Also, she still has those college mythology textbooks, a little worse for wear over time but still intact and telling their stories to her. Jesi is a contributor at The Well Tempered Bards blog and at www.octpowrimo.com.

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