Sunday, 8 January 2017

Even Though: a poetry post


Happy New Year! I hope you've had a great Christmas and New Year. We did, although it was a bit quiet. The last week of the holidays dragged, mainly because I got a stinking horrible cold on January 1st, which is making me feel totally rotten. Ugh.

Anyway, things are going pretty well on the writing front. I had two poems out last month, and I also got shortlisted for the Great British Write Off, which was totally unexpected, and kinda lovely. I've also had lots of things rejected, and failed to get placed in my local writing group's competition. I worked really hard on that poem and I'm annoyed with myself for not doing better, I'm trying to tell myself it's all subjective, but the usual suspects got placed again. Maybe it's just not my audience.

I am slightly gutted that Maddy at Writing Bubble is going to be too busy to run the What I'm Writing Linky this year, but so glad that she's got lots of interesting things on. However, Sara at Mum Turned Mom is still doing The Prompt, which I love for giving me weekly inspiration, and an online writing group of sorts. Her prompt this week is: Start and seeing as I've been despairing about getting to be a really good writer this week, while I've been ill, and constantly getting the not-good-enough feels, I thought I'd give myself a talking to... Here it is, complete with a voice recording. 



Even Though

And even though the earth rises mountainous
and even though I am tiny and do not know how small
and even though the way is shadowy
and clouded and to me unknown
I know this: I know the way is up.
I know there is a way.
And if I go wrong I can try again
and the more I try the more I'll know.
And even if I cannot go up beyond the shadow
and through the cloud to the summit
I know this: I can try.
And if I do not know where or how the path will end
I know where it starts...

                                ...with this first step.


© Cara L McKee  8/1/17


Obviously, I am not going to be climbing any real mountains, because they're really quite high up and I'm afraid of heights, but you get what I mean, right?



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